A Volar
Kika Edgar
To Fly
Neither the sky nor the glory
nor the Nobel Peace Prize
if in bones I have remained
from loving you in solitude
To hell with the wait
the moon and the balcony
your love struck my core
my soul and my heel
And my body is on strike
I don't even know what to invent
either I put you in bed
or I send you flying
Like a puppet
to me, your string is my cane
and even though I never admit it
I go in your direction
When you get closer I lose
when you move away I die
your love is a suicide
I can't but I want to
And my body is on strike
I don't even know what to invent
either I put you in bed
or I send you flying
And my body is on strike
I don't even know what to invent
either I put you in bed
or I send you flying
Chorus (1 more time)
