Esta canción, es exactamente, lo que tengo en mi cabeza, haciendo ovillos. Esta canción, mi terremoto suave, mi terremoto contento, las cosas en orden, sin demasiado orden, con bichitos pequeños que hacen cosquillas, con paz de espíritu, con miles de palabras deseando romper a escribirse, con silbidos y violines. Y sí, lo siento, hoy estoy así de cursi. Sovay no significa nada, según el cantante. No importa. Sovay es precisamente lo que más me describe. Una palabra que no es nada y que dice todo lo necesario, con esas gotas de xilófono, y ese alargar de vocales.

I was getting ready to be a threat
I was getting set for my
accidental suicide
the kind where no one dies
no one looks too surprised
then you realize
that you're riding on a para-success
of a heavy-handed metaphor
and a feeling like you've been here before
because you've been here before
and you've been here before
then a word washed ashore
a word washed ashore
then a word washed ashore

sovay, sovay, sovay
all along the day

I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack
I think I'm gonna sack
the whole board of trustees
all those Don Quixotes un their B-17s
and I swear this time
yeah this time
they'll blow us back to the 70's
and this time
they're playin Ride of the Valkyries
with no semblance of grace or ease
and they're acting on vagaries
with their violent proclivities
and they're playing ride
Ride of the Valkyries

sovay, sovay, sovay
all along the day