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Quinto tema del album "Broken Pictures", compuesto por el grupo ANCIENT TALES, banda española de Darkwave/Dark Folk, formada en Madrid, en 1992. Influencias: Dead Can Dance, The Cure, Christian Death, And Also the Trees... Componentes definitivos: Manuel Casas, voz/guitarras/programación ritmos; Rosa Casas, voz/teclados; X-69, guitarras y Luis Engelmo, bajo.

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  • Cause Im trying to tell you something, that I just dont feel alone, and drowning my tears in wine is not the answer to our game. I shout at those sad memories, throwing the throes and the pain, while Im trying to tell you something, that I just don´t feel alone. Sometimes, inside my own distress, winding memories burn my mind, mesmerising me into red colours, the liquid colours she made me love.
  • The more I loved her, the more she lay to me,

    and for my questions deceitful answers,

    those made me distrust her,

    I started to drink my dreams with wine.

    My tears couldnt be stilled inside her whims,

    instead, they led me into this pain,

    my wings drowned in a red river,

    red rivers of wine became my veins

  • Intento decirte algo: que no me siento solo,

    y ahogar mis penas en vino no es la solución a nuestro juego.

    Grito a esos tristes recuerdos, arrojando la agonía y el dolor,

    mientras intento decirte algo: que no me siento solo.

    Algunas veces, dentro de mi propia angustia,

    tortuosos recuerdos abrasan mi mente,

    hipnotizándome hacia rojos colores,

    los líquidos colores que ella me hizo amar.

  • Cuanto más la amaba, ella más me mentía,

    y daba a mis preguntas respuestas engañosas.

    Éstas, me hicieron desconfiar de ella,

    y comencé a beberme mis sueños con vino.

    Mis lágrimas no pudieron cesar dentro de sus deseos,

    en lugar de ello, me condujeron a este dolor.

    Mis alas se ahogaron en un río de color rojo,

    en rojos ríos de vino se tornaron mis venas

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