Las palabras fluyen como lluvia dentro de una taza de papel

se deslizan al pasar se desvanecen a través del universo.

I'll get to you somehow.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a girl with caleidoscope eyes.

I once had a girl, or should I say she once had me? She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood? She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, so I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair. I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine. We talked until two and then she said "It's time for bed". She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath. And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown. So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?

feeling you holding me tight, tight

Closer,

Let me whisper in your ear,

Say the words you long to hear,

I'm in love with you.