Toda La Mitad

I take my boots, they get bored without me
I take the moon if it wants to come
I take the days of March and April
With all their nights

I take your doubts, you don't know what they are
I take your car, you don't have a license
I take the stone
That I stumbled upon millions of times

I leave you the clothes, you can wear them
I leave you the gun, you can throw it

I take the ink, all over the skin
I take the tequila, I leave you the coffee
I take the flies, I leave you the honey
And some memories

I leave you the clothes, you can wear them
I leave you the gun, you can use it

I take the truth, all the truth
And nothing but the truth
I take half, all the half
And nothing but the half

I take the truth, all the truth
And nothing but the truth
Truths like fists
Lies of truth

I leave you the fish drying in the sun
I leave the heating on
I leave you the plans of some prison
With thousands of keys

I leave you sitting on this volcano
I leave you standing in need of bread
I leave you watered with seawater
With saltwater

I leave you the clothes, you can wear them
I leave you the gun, you can use it

I take the truth, all the truth
And nothing but the truth
I take half, all the half
And nothing but the half

I take the truth, all the truth
And nothing but the truth
Truths like fists
Lies of truth

I take the truth, all the truth
And nothing but the truth
I take half, all the half
And nothing but half of the half