El muro de berlín

I got in my nose
the Berlin Wall,
lives in my throat a phlegm
that never wanted to come out
and if I turn
the lungs around,
I spit out hearts
with the hash smoke,
cheers!

since I'm an atheist, I don't believe
and I laugh at God,
the dead never whisper to me
on a winning horse
even if they hypnotize me, I don't remember
where I'm going, where I come from
I leave the light on,
the gas open, asking for fire.

I got in my nose
the Berlin Wall,
lives in my throat a phlegm
that never wanted to come out
and if I turn
the lungs around,
I spit out hearts
with the hash smoke,
cheers!

Like every time I see you,
with your face of concrete,
you keep with your damn money,
accumulating it,
the fable's cicada was heard,
a smile from ear to ear,
I leave the light on,
the gas open, asking for fire.

I got in my nose
the Berlin Wall,
lives in my throat a phlegm
that never wanted to come out
and if I turn
the lungs around,
I spit out hearts
with the hash smoke,

Health is scarce for me,
captive and unarmed,
lost gaze
in a dark future.

I leave the light on,
the gas open, asking for fire.

I got in my nose
the Berlin Wall,
lives in my throat a phlegm
that never wanted to come out
and if I turn
the lungs around,
I spit out hearts
with the hash smoke,

and it's because
I got in my nose
the Berlin Wall,
lives in my throat a phlegm
that never wanted to come out
and if I turn
the lungs around,
I spit out hearts
with the hash smoke,
cheers!!