So here we are in the hopes of maintaining our regular lively, witty, and often bizarre conversations. More importantly, we're here in the hopes of remaining friends. We've done amazingly well in dealing with each other so far, and I think we would all agree life would be less something without one another. So, here's to us...vive le singe de la pipe! *Monkey dances and plays symbols.*


Sunday, October 4, 2009

song for the day.

"Gris" by Ximena Sariñana

Cuando el cielo se torna gris
Las luces no entienden qué hora es.
Sentir así no es la cuestión
No distingo el corazón de la razón
Todo ilusión.

Quiero escapar
Gris es todo lo que hay
Quiero escapar
Gris es todo

Siempre hay cosas para hacer
Pero hoy todas me aburren
No distingo el corazón de la razón
Todo ilusión

Quiero escapar
Gris es todo lo que hay
Quiero escapar
Gris es todo

Quiero escapar
Gris es todo lo que hay
Quiero escapar
Gris es todo

Gris es todo


look it up, bitches.

~bh, out.
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2 comments:

  1. la pipe de singeOctober 5, 2009 at 4:09 PM

    Can't find a translation anywhere. :(

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  2. duessaOctober 6, 2009 at 8:04 PM

    roughly:

    when the sky turns grey
    the light doesn't understand the time it is
    to feel this way in no question
    i can't tell the heart from the mind
    everything is illusion

    i want to escape
    grey is all there is
    i want to escape
    everything is grey

    when there are things to do
    but today they bore me
    i can't tell the heart from the mind
    all is illusion

    repeat chorus.

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