Hongos

It was Monday afternoon,
But it was dawning
The chocolate was bitter
And it was raining in the desert,

Bite the thaw dust,
It's hot and it's winter
Taking curves, I keep going straight,
I look down and I find them
Taking curves, I keep going straight....
I look down and I find them.

On the tips of my toes,
Mushrooms of colors grow
I eat them and flowers grow
Beyond the horizon.

My memories, on wheels,
They come to me and go away,
The rattlesnakes
Carry honey for the bees,

In the sky, grass grows
What a damn full moon,
And who wants a beer
In this field of mushrooms
And who wants a beer... oh!
In this field of mushrooms.

On the tips of my toes,
Mushrooms of colors grow
I eat them and flowers grow
Beyond the horizon.
How noisy is the silence
And I keep being so ugly
The world is so flowery to me
And I'm so lost in the desert.

All this desert is mine,
I tell myself and I don't understand it,
Then I look inside myself
And I don't like what I see
Then I look inside myself....
And I don't like what I see.