| The village fountain mourns the square
| La fuente del pueblo llora la plaza
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| Near the salted slimeheads
| Cerca de los slimeheads salados
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| A man throws handfuls of his blood
| Un hombre arroja puñados de su sangre
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| His bright teeth
| Sus dientes brillantes
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| (You should think in solid ways
| (Debes pensar de manera sólida
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| Look what happens when you don’t)
| Mira lo que pasa cuando no lo haces)
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| Forget that you were tricked
| Olvida que fuiste engañado
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| You lie to the wriggling mess with every thought
| Mientes al desorden que se retuerce con cada pensamiento
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| Near the salted slimeheads
| Cerca de los slimeheads salados
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| Red yawns widen and splatter
| Los bostezos rojos se ensanchan y salpican
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| He spreads his belongings on the sand
| Extiende sus pertenencias en la arena.
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| I heard something through his prehistoric grin
| Escuché algo a través de su sonrisa prehistórica.
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| We were all scarred with tribal wounds
| Todos estábamos marcados con heridas tribales
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| But the clustering force left me alone
| Pero la fuerza de agrupamiento me dejó solo
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| There was once a village square
| Había una vez una plaza del pueblo
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| Whose bright floor I swept
| Cuyo piso brillante barrí
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| Forget that you were tricked
| Olvida que fuiste engañado
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| You lie to the wriggling mess with every thought | Mientes al desorden que se retuerce con cada pensamiento |