La Hiedra Crece
Babasónicos
The Ivy Grows
Drenched in anger, possessed she broke down in tears
No excuses, she burned my things and kicked me out
I know (being a beggar once again)
Everything is absence, sweet lack
I need to talk to someone
I turn the world off, numb myself
I believe it
God is a black-skinned woman
She is a woman
And in elegance, my misfortune knows how to enjoy
Expert in traps, because she is a cage
And bait as well
I know (being a beggar once again)
Everything is absence, sweet lack
I need to talk to someone
I turn the world off, numb myself
I believe it
God is a black-skinned woman
She is a woman
The garden withers, the ivy grows
(The garden withers, the ivy grows)
The garden withers, the ivy grows
(The garden withers, the ivy grows)
Deliberate, she exaggerates her foolishness
Hypocrisy, her youth adores aging
The garden withers, the ivy grows
Between you and me. (the garden withers, the ivy grows)
The garden withers, the ivy grows
Bitten heart. (the garden withers, the ivy grows)
The garden withers, the ivy grows
Bleeding wounded
God is a black-skinned woman
She is a woman
