De Exclavitud Y de Cadena
Bunbury
Of Slavery and Chains
Loving you as I no longer know how to do
Without a drop of decency
I will marry you
Every time
Whenever strictly necessary
Because you are in my case
What faith usually is
For the desperate
Maybe superstition
Maybe vocation
Of incandescent suicide
Without a drop of sanity
If I thought less with my head
Less with the heart
And more with the crotch
The triumph of love
In these times of sorrow and oblivion
Wine and misery
They returned to my house
The thrown arrow
The word already said
The scorned opportunity
Past life
That will not return
And it is a fact
I would fertilize you
With a simple thought of love
This pain must be good for something
I feel, I feel it
This pale sadness of desire
Of slavery and chains
I don't care to know who I am
If I am anyone
Or apprentice whore
Or unsolved crossword puzzle
This passion of vine
From summit or precipice
Of sackcloth or meekness
If I thought less with my head
Less with the heart
And more with the crotch
The triumph of love
In these times of sorrow and oblivion
Wine and misery returned to my house
The thrown arrow
The word already said
The scorned opportunity
Past life
That he will not return
And it is a fact
