Un Pac-man En El Savoy

Everything that is in my cloud
Is nothing more than your fatal sermon,
If your scream is a bark
And my knife is a cruel ray.
All that battery of blonde laughter
From a special neighborhood,
The new superstitions,
The nonsense of a new pac-man.
Our pac-man belongs to no one,
But the monkey belongs to him.
Sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses
(like every player).
A good pair of glass eyes
And your gaze tends to improve
The new superstitions,
The nonsense of the new pac-man.