Como Camarón traducción al Inglés

Superior to me,
Is the force that takes me
To the pulse that I keep
With the darkness that taints
Darkly your black eyes

And that you tell me about the time
That passes by in your blinking
And that brings me by this street
Of bitterness and lamentment

It's that I know that the smile
That gets drawn upon my face
has to do with the breeze
That fans out your glance

So slowly and so quickly
So normal and so odd
And I tear off my shirt
like a shrimp

You break my guts
you climb me like a spider,
You drink from the sweat that tarnishes
The glass of my room

and later in the morning
I wake up and don't have wings,
I´ve been sleeping for 10 hours
and my pillow is soaked

It had all been a dream
Very real and very deep
your eyes have no owner
because they aren't from this world.

I don't want to look at you.
But it's that I close my eyes
And I can even see you inside
I can see you one place after another
in every picture, in every mirror

and in the walls of the subway
And in the eyes of the people
even in the hottest soups
crazy I am becoming

It's that I know that the smile
That gets drawn upon my face
has to do with the breeze
That fans out your glance

So slowly and so quickly
So normal and so odd
And I tear off my shirt
like a shrimp

You break my guts
you climb me like a spider,
You drink from the sweat that tarnishes
The glass of my room

and later in the morning
I wake up and don't have wings,
I´ve been sleeping for 10 hours
and my pillow is soaked

It had all been a dream
Very real and very deep
your eyes have no owner
because they aren't from this world.

And sometimes I get confused
and ring your neighbour,
that one from the second floor
That sells fine things

and sometimes I wait for you
in the bar on the corner
staring at your doorway

and sometimes I eat
the world in a bite
and sometimes I feel you
and sometimes I drop you.

sometimes I can read a kiss in your lips
and since I don't dare,
I cut and open myself

It's that I know that the smile
That gets drawn upon my face
has to do with the breeze
That fans out your glance

So slowly and so quickly
So normal and so odd
And I tear off my shirt
like a shrimp

You break my guts
you climb me like a spider,
You drink from the sweat that tarnishes
The glass of my room

and later in the morning
I wake up and don't have wings,
I´ve been sleeping for 10 hours
and my pillow is soaked

It had all been a dream
Very real and very deep
your eyes have no owner
because they aren't from this world.