i hate you
you love me
i love you
you
hate
me
i hate you
love me
hate
love
me

...

mama
mama
¿siempre me vas a odiar?
cantan los pájaros cantan las gaviotas en mi cabeza solamente
mami, mami, ¿siempre te voy a amar?

...

(i moved out of London and threw away a thousand things.
i threw away my precious pressure cooker, duvet covers, pillows, mirrors, lamps.)

of all the things that I threw away I kept your fucking socks
some old Norwegian lady sew them for you -you were fucking her daughter so you were worth them I guess-
I didnt find the courage to throw them away
for a coupla or more years they kept my feet so warm

a man's company can be substituted
but I should admit:

I cannot find the courage to throw those socks away