Vell plaer [English translation]

Tears and laughter, lost among pleasures past.

Hands and arms, fingers marking patterns on the sheets.

Pull as I do on the yarn, I feel the silhouette of your body.

At my very own desire, behind this ancient whim.

Trembling body, twinkling in the dawn light

Hurt me, softly and sweetly.

Weave, weave fortune into a new dress,

The most beautiful and pure story,

Lived by others in times before us,

A still night with not even a candlelight

was asked of the Moon,

The hot ashes that till their heat give.

As a looking glass beneath the Sun.

May never the dawn break.

Tongues of flame heat and burn hearts.

Raw skin rubs and chafes.

A distant echo whispers your name,

a sound from another time, down through the ages.

Trembling body, twinkling in the dawn light

Hurt me, softly and sweetly.

She would fall a thousand and one times

Into his arms and the waters

would baptize new apostles

needing not crucifixes

nor frightened eyes.

Sacred altars upon which, through guilt

sacrifices are made

whilst in the bed of serene love

safe and secure love, we sail on.

Trembling body, twinkling in the dawn light

Hurt me, softly and sweetly.

• Artist:Mara Aranda
• Album:Mare Vostrum (2015)