No puedes robar mí depresión;

la tristeza es el sólo calor en este vacío frío.

¿No sabes cuantos los cuestra leña?

Cuando piensa de los ahorros sobre los años…

Eso mero depresión vale miles de semillas de girasol;

eso es suficiente para hace gordo algún hámster.

No puede poner esa pastelería en el paquete y pudrirla.

You can’t take my depression;

sadness is the only warmth in this cold emptiness.

You know how much firewood costs?

When I think o’ the savings o’er the years…

That mere depression’s worth thousands o’ sunflower seeds;

that’s ‘nough to make any hamster fat.

You can’t put that cake factory in your packet & putrefy it.

Baby-doll, nothing makes me swoon-a

like a cat that smells like tuna.

Ugh.

But not so much that red vein in your eye.

Please ne’er show me that ‘gain, kitty.

Alguien en el radio dice,

—Creo que 2015 será un año muy bueno—,

a cuál respondo,

—pues, yo creo que será lo peor—,

solo realizar que no pudo oirme,

que no pudo oirme nadie,

y eso es por que 2015 es tan bueno:

porque a los que no les gusta

no se permite tener voces.

Someone on the radio says,

“I think the year 2015 will be a very good year,”

to which I reply,

“Well, I think it’ll be the worst,”

only to realize he couldn’t hear me,

that nobody could hear me,

& that is why 2015 is so good:

‘cause those who don’t like it

don’t get to have their say.

Yes, the leaf’s still in my tea;

it can swim where it damn-well-please.

Every happy memory from the past

is just ‘nother reason to be sad

—objective, scientific proof that happiness is a 0-sum game.

Gotta scrub the grub stains on the tub;

‘cause e’en bathrooms need a li’l love.

While the songs are still here,

there’s no need for fear.

Sometimes it’s good to have an ol’ block;

if a clock’s gonna tick, it may as well tock.

You don’t need wood to build a bar;

you just need a room safely shrouded in the dark.

But I hear the guitar crunches fade,

leaving solo piano keys, ‘tween each a growing space.

But the hollow echoes last a li’l longer,

e’en if they sound warped & blurred.

E’en if every year adds a scratch,

I’ll hold onto that record as long as it lasts.