Sandra - Omar Rodríguez-López

The wind bores her, nothing bores her

Only the wind so now I suppose that something does bore her

She’s known to be a pessimist

Keep this in mind before you pass away with her tomorrow

Belittle this in vacuum waste

Extracting fetishes, confused cliché

Ambitious another cheat, she is

Such insistence inside her face, sun glare

I don’t miss you

Struggles for years of tormenting

Foolishly seeks to make ends meet

Yet she cannot stimulate

That girl is mean, she means no good

Delusions of euphoria control her will to be seen

And even I can’t stand her

Belittle this in vacuum waste

Extracting fetishes, confused cliché

Ambitious another cheat, she is

Such insistence inside her face, sun glare

I don’t miss you

I don’t miss you

I don’t miss you

The rain brings her a strange feeling

Only the wind can wake the sub-posthuman breath that pulses

She thinks herself an artist

When in reality she spends her body on banalities

And even I can’t stand her

Belittle this in vacuum waste

Extracting fetishes, confused cliché

Ambitious another cheat, she is

Such insistence inside her face, sun glare

I don’t miss you

I don’t miss you