Las noches exiliadas

El exilio es la noche

y la ausencia del ser,

la patria es el espejo

viéndonos desaparecer.

Los días son huídas

del recuerdo de saber

las lunas habitadas

por fantasmas del ayer.

Exilio o estar afuera

también puede y es,

si triste cuando adentro

no te dejan ni leer.

El exilio es la noche

con las ganas de saber

si antes que me muera

podré en mi tierra florecer.

En Dublin

FUGA DE FANTASMAS ǀ TIN BOJANIC

Gate to Paradise

I am travelling to Paradise

With you my little girl,

Do I need to reach that place?

I feel I am already with you there.

Open it smoothly for me

And let me throw myself inside

Feeling this passion that makes us believe

That love is the only way to get high.

I wonder whether to persist

Not to have control or behave

When I become the love beast

Will be the one that you prayed.

Open it smoothly for me

And let me throw myself inside

Feeling this passion that makes us believe

That love is the only way to get high.

We can fly together

Losing our minds in the sky

And let’s do it much better

Beating our dreams when we cry.

Open it smoothly for me

And let me throw myself inside

Feeling this passion that makes us believe

That love is the only way to get high.

Once breathing in Paradise

Me and you my beautiful girl

Love each other so we can live the price

Of watching the angels closing the gate to return.

Dublin ǀ Paisajes Incendiados