I can't stop feeling. I can't stop thinking.

Cuidado con la aspiradora-dora-dora,
siempre tan precavido-ido-ido,
¡qué perfume delicioso el de ella (-ya-ya)!

¡Ay! Supurante gacela del borde estival
que cantas en la ramita del vecino,
¡no te me olvides de mi negro pesar!

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?

I'll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.

Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.

A man like me is dead in places
Other men feel liberated.
Don't feel nothing, I just feel cold.
Don't feel nothing, just old scars?

Even though I never know where I am,
No matter where I’m running to,
I’m always hoping it’s towards you.


(Why can’t I just name names?)