Mil y Una Noches

I have more than what I ask of you
Away from the known

If I could dress
Your shawl of flowers
Candy and potions
If I could dress

Bartender of love
Night reveler
Firewater and reproach
You have no future

(Eeh, aah, eeh, aah)
(Eeh, aah, eeh, aah)
(Eeh, aah, eeh, aah)

I live far from the gas
From your skin, from the asphalt
The rings of your trousseau
That dazzle me so much

A thousand and one nights in the early morning
I have seen you pass by
We are fooled again
You Yasmin, me the Taliban

(Ah lara-la, ah lara-la)

I will be in the street in your flint
(Eeh, eeh)
Writing the night burning the wage
(Eeh, eeh, eeh)

I am on the verge of losing my mind
I have a forehead with shiny droplets
But a thousand and one nights in the early morning
I have seen you pass by

I live far from the gas
From your skin, from the asphalt
The rings of your trousseau
That dazzle me so much

A thousand and one nights in the early morning

You want more and only shorten leagues
Time is greedy and wants its own currency
Through the glass you want to look

A thousand and one nights in the early morning

I live far from the gas
From your skin, from the asphalt
The rings of your trousseau
That dazzle me so much

A thousand and one nights in the early morning
I have seen you pass by
We are fooled again
You Yasmin, me the Taliban

(Ah lara-la, ah lara-la)
(Ah lara-la, ah lara-la)
We are fooled again