Como Camarón
Estopa
Like Shrimp
superior to me
It is the force that carries me
In the pulse that I keep
With the darkness that they dye
Your black eyes are dark
And what can you tell me about the time?
What happens in your blink?
And what brings me down this street
Of bitterness and regret
That I know that the smile
that is drawn on my face
It has to do with the breeze
that fan your gaze
So slow and so fast
So normal and so strange
I tear my shirt
Like Shrimp
You break my insides
You climb me like a spider
You drink from the sweat that fogs
The glass in my room
And then in the morning
I wake up and I have no wings
I've been sleeping for ten hours
And my pillow is soaked
It had all been a dream
Very real and very deep
Your eyes have no owner
Because they are not of this world
I don't want to look at you
But I close my eyes
And I even see you inside
I see you on one side and on the other
In every photo, in every mirror
And on the walls of the subway
And in the eyes of the people
Even in the hottest soup
Crazy, I'm going crazy
That I know that the smile
that is drawn on my face
It has to do with the breeze
that fan your gaze
So slow and so fast
So normal and so strange
I tear my shirt
Like Shrimp
You break my insides
You climb me like a spider
You drink from the sweat that fogs
The glass in my room
And then in the morning
I wake up and I have no wings
I've been sleeping for ten hours
And my pillow is soaked
It had all been a dream
Very real and very deep
Your eyes have no owner
Because they are not of this world
And sometimes I get confused
and bite your neighbor
That one from the second
that sells fine things
And sometimes I wait for you
At the corner bar
With your eyes fixed on your goal
And sometimes I eat
In one mouth the world
And sometimes I feel you
And sometimes I knock you down
Sometimes I read a kiss on your lips
And, since I don't dare
I cut and open
That I know that the smile
that is drawn on my face
It has to do with the breeze
that fan your gaze
So slow and so fast
So normal and so strange
I tear my shirt
Like Shrimp
You break my insides
You climb me like a spider
You drink from the sweat that fogs
The glass in my room
And then in the morning
I wake up and I have no wings
I've been sleeping for ten hours
And my pillow is soaked
It had all been a dream
Very real and very deep
Your eyes have no owner
Because they are not of this world
