por ser algo muy importante en mi infancia y seguir siendolo aun habiendo pasado los años...
Presiento que algo va a ocurrir
Una tragedia para mi.
Y aunque yo quiero estar con el
Tengo una extraña sensacion
Ya se avecina lo peor
No se da cuenta
Que estoy sufriendo
Quizas sera,que siento amor por el
No se si puede ser.
Que va a pasar que va a ser de el
Donde nos lleva el carrusel
Y aunque yo intento sonreir
Y como todos ser feliz
Yo no lo dejo de intentar,
Quiza algun dia,estemos juntos
No puede ser,jamas ocurrira
Pues no soy para el.
There are few who’d deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it’s the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There’s something out there, far from my home
A longing that I’ve never known
I’m a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I’ll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I’m Mister Unlucky
And I’m known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He’d give it all up if he only could
Oh, there’s an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
*gocai*
