Sangria

In the mutation of my design and colors
Ink drips from the flowers
Of a devastated heart
I want to bleed
All the climates and times
Since I can't take
The passing seasons

Sangria
A body to mix
The clear water of the eyes
And the sweet fruit of dreams
Sangria
Since I can't stop
The taste for the infinite
And what runs towards the sun

In the transformation of my design and colors
Ink drips from the flowers
Of a devastated heart
I want to bleed
All the climates and times
Since I can't take
The passing seasons

Sangria
A body to mix
The clear water of the eyes
And the sweet fruit of dreams
Sangria
Since I can't stop
The taste for the infinite
River that runs towards the sun