He Wants You

In his boat and through the dark he rowed
Chained to oar and the night and the wind that blowed
Horribly ’round his ears

Under the bridge and into your dreams he soars
While you lie alone
in that idea-free sleep of yours
You’ve been sleeping now for years

And he wants you
Yes, he wants you
And he is straight and he is true

Beneath the hanging cliffs
and under the many stars where
He will move, all amongst your tangled hair
And deep into the sea

And you will wake and walk and draw the blind
And feel some presence there behind
And turn to see what that may be
Oh, babe, it’s me

And he wants you
Yes, he wants you
He is straight and he is true

And he wants you
He wants you
He is straight and he is true

El Te Quiere

Remaba a bordo de su bote, a través de la oscuridad.
Encadenado a los remos, a la noche,
y el viento soplando horriblemente en sus oídos.

Bajo un puente, alzándose en tus sueños,
allí donde duermes.
En esa supuesta solitaria libertad de la que hablas.
En la que has estado durmiendo durante años.

El te desea.
Sinceramente,
te desea.

Bajo los colgantes acantilados
y las estrellas, el navegará,
entre tu pelo enredado.
Y en el mar se adentrará.

Y tu te levantarás, y caminarás a subir la persiana.
Y sintiendo una presencia tras de ti,
te darás la vuelta, para mirar si tal vez,
tal vez sea yo.

El te desea.
Sinceramente,
te desea.

El te desea.
Sinceramente,
te desea.