the phantom of the opera is Here

mira mi cara
mírala bien
mírame por dentro
¿no era yo acaso hermozo?

No.



hay un momento más
para morir
una herida más
una voz detrás de otra
un violín que suena
cortando mis arterias
y borbotes calientes
que emanan de pezones fríos
como torres abandonadas
sin princesas.

cuervos que vuelven de más allá del mar
oigo sus pasos desesperados
recorriendo
otras ciudades impostoras
y latidos que se aceleran
en violento ímpetu dramático
deteniéndose al amanecer.

gargantas acostumbradas a tragar clavos
no se atreven a gritar
y voces que me llaman
en la soledad cortante
y una sola
que no está.



deposito mi rosa en tu tumba
y te oigo de lejos cantar:

The Phantom of the Opera - Nightwish version



In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came,
that voice which calls to me,
and speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind.

Sing once again with me our strange duet;
my power over you grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me to glance behind,
the phantom of the opera is there
inside your mind.

Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear,

it's me they hear.

Your spirit and my voice in one combined;
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my/your mind.

He's there the phantom of the opera.
Beware the phantom of the opera.

In all your fantasies, you always knew
that man and mystery

were both in you.

And in this labyrinth where night is blind,
the Phantom of the opera is here
inside my/your mind.

Sing, my angel of music!

He's there the Phantom of the opera!



¿no era yo acaso hermozo?
sí, y aquí me encuentro.