Como los amigos Dellamorte Dellamore no tienen letras ‘buscables’ si no que las tienen encerradas en una imagen embebida en su Myspace, me voy a permitir el lujo de transcribir una, corregir un par de errorcillos ortográficos y poner la cancioncilla aqui. Y ya de paso aprovecharé para decir que pese a todo, todavía sigo vivo.

Dellamorte Dellamore - Of Love and death

We were the dining dead since day one,
though we liked to pretend we were not.
We’d cover our lack of something real to talk about
with constant yapping and fake affection.
It seemed no mater how much I tried
to make you feel as important as you should.
I’d never satisfy your hopes and wishes,
so you longed for the bad old days to return.
Could it be that you never were in the top five?
Could it be?
Could it be?
You hould have learned that Romeo and Juliet is a melodrama
and stopped trying to shape your love life in its image.
For it never brought us happines or joy,
but poison, dangers and disappointment.
So, as a result of cowardice and deception,
the end was nothing but a puerile charade
in which we both accused the other of being blind
to the obvius problems that existed since the beginning.
Our eyes did not look their last, our arms did not embrace their last,
our lips did not seal with a kiss
and for the lack of such a kiss, I live.
Thank you very much, bitch. Still I live.