St. Nicholas disguises himself in a veil of tar,
Darkening the childish fantasy, my Christmas shrinks,
Its gloom black as nothingness invades my mind,
The feeling of anguish, a whirlwind that suffocates me,
And drags me down to the bottom, where there is no Christmas.
(*) Tar: Alquitrán
(*) Childish: Infantil
(*) Gloom: Penumbra, pesimismo
(*) Anguish: Angustia
(*) Whirlwind: Remolino
(*) Drag down: Arrastrar hacia abajo.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario