Treading

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading - treading

Till it seemed

That Sense was

Breaking through

That Sense was

Breaking through

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

♪

And when they all were seated

A Service, like a Drum

Kept beating - beating

Till I thought

My mind was going numb

My mind was going numb

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

♪

Sentí un funeral en mi cerebro

Los deudos iban y venían

Arrastrándose -arrastrándose

Hasta que pareció

Que el sentido se

Quebraba totalmente

Sentí un funeral en mi cerebro

♪

Y cuando todos

Estuvieron sentados

Una liturgia, como un tambor

Comenzó a batir -a batir

Hasta que pensé

Que mi mente se volvía muda

Sentí un funeral en mi cerebro

♪

EMILY DICKINSON