Feliz Apocalipsis - Viejas Ideas, Nuevas Mentes

      

"Somebody That I Used To Know"

Now and then I think of when we were together

Eros surely hit the apple of mine eye 

I believed thou wert right for me,

but felt so lonely in thy company

But that was love and ‘tis an ache I still remember

One becomes enamoured with a certain kind of sadness

This resignation to the end, ever the end

When we found we could not make amends

Thou declared we would e’er be friends

But I concede that I was fain to be parted

Was there cause to cast me off?

Act as though it never happened and that we were nothing

In sooth I do need thy love

But thou makest me a stranger and that feels so rough

Hadst thou need to stoop so low?

To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters

I need no longer write them, though

Now thou art somebody whom I used to know

I lament the many times that thou impugn’d my honour

But maintained it was ever something I had done

No more shall I live that way

Uncertain what thy words bewray

Thou said that if I were to go

I would not find thee pining for somebody whom thou used to know

Was there cause to cast me off?

Act as if it never happened and that we were nothing

I do not even need thy love

But thou makest me stranger and that feels so rough

Hadst thou need to stoop so low

To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters

I need no longer write them, though

For now thou art somebody whom I used to know

Now thou art somebody whom I used to know

   

¡Ah, y Feliz Apocalipsis!