Ghost Stories

I think that when I saw you for the first time, way back then,

I felt my knees start crumbling in

I think that when I met you we'd be knights to save the queen

I think a little story is what everyone believed

Y entonces cada miércoles, nos encontramos a jugar

Entre piratas y dragones algo logramos encontrar

Que con cada gran batalla viene una cicatriz,

Que no toda buena historia tiene un final feliz

Oh i think I've always been too young to know,

I’ll never be quite old enough to understand

I think I’ve always been too scared to dance on foreign land

They'll forget me

They will kill me

In their minds we're barely there

There's nothing like a ghost story to tell and then be scared

Creo que a veces pasa que las personas son capaces de,

con trinchos y barreras, alejar a un fantasma

y los demonios siempre saben que eso no los acabará,

pero de todas formas se esconden, porque no es bueno estorbar

Try to learn to hide it and try to push it down

Try to learn to fight it without falling on the ground

Fire looks so lovely till it goes and burns your skin,

and all the best of prayers maybe sometimes sin

Oh I think I’ve always been too young to know,

I’ll never be quite old enough to understand

I think I’ve always been too scared to dance on foreign land

They'll forget me

They will kill me

In their minds we're barely there

there's nothing like a ghost story to tell and then be scared

Las generaciones todas pasan,

y nos empiezan a olvidar

se pierde la memoria,

como la arena se la lleva el mar

And not even our own ghosts will be left to haunt around,

when the time has come and all is done we'll get buried in the ground

Entre susurros y mentiras

que la muerte nos llevó,

with every moon that keeps on rising

we got lost amongst the lore

Entre mitos y leyendas

que nunca existimos,

people love to have a fantasy

to pretend and maybe dream of

oh i think I’ve always been too young to know,

I’ll never be quite old enough to understand

I think I've always been too scared to dance on foreign land

They'll forget me

They will kill me

In their minds we're barely there

There's nothing like a ghost story to tell and then be scared

And now when i don't see you, I feel you through the ground

and I'm no longer chasing the love that I once found

Y entonces cada miércoles, los pocos pueden recordar,

cuentan esas fábulas de monstruos que no pueden amar