Wild Charms

To the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless nights. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never looked back. What became of those wild charms? The deep fry of the tide? The tug of the stars? How it stirs me, how it stirs me now. To think my fire burnt them out. To the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless nights. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never looked back. What became of those wild charms? The deep fry of the tide? The tug of the stars? How it stirs me, how it stirs me now. To think my fire burnt them out.

Los chicos puntos a tu lado, cabalgando en tus noches sin estrellas. Para ver quien toco conciertos, fétido y negro, sobre mi corazón y nunca mire atrás, que paso con esos encantos salvajes? Lo freido de la marea? El estiron de las estrellas? Como me guian, como me guian ahora. El pensar que mi fuego los quemo Los chicos puntos a tu lado, cabalgando en tus noches sin estrellas. Para ver quien toco conciertos, fétido y negro, sobre mi corazón y nunca mire atrás, que paso con esos encantos salvajes? Lo freido de la marea? El estiron de las estrellas? Como me guian, como me guian ahora. El pensar que mi fuego los quemo