Cabeza de ratón
Leire Martínez
Mouse Head
Pose for the picture and don’t smile
You look so pretty, so beautiful
And everyone behind the glass
Watching where to hang it
Anticipated shadow that was meant to shine
Or just a face for the photo
I feel like cutting it off here
It’s me who’s saying goodbye now
With an encore in my throat
I’ve already sung the song
Of the puppet that was still hanging
No stars or flares
I set the clock to zero
Now I’d rather be a mouse head
A red line in my living room
I feel my inspiration flying away
And this melody pushes me
To ask myself who I am
And among the notes I found
The memories I should’ve never hidden
I feel like cutting it off here
It’s me who’s saying goodbye now
With an encore in my throat
I’ve already sung the song
Of the puppet that was still hanging
No stars or flares
It’s me who’s saying goodbye now
With an encore in my throat
I’ve already sung the song
Of the puppet that was still hanging
No stars or flares
I set the clock to zero
Now I’d rather be a mouse head
Like cats always land on their feet
Like the letter that never makes it to paper
Like life that passes by so fast
And I speed up, it doesn’t matter where it’ll be
It’s me who’s saying goodbye now
With an encore in my throat
I’ve already sung the song
Of the puppet that was still hanging
No stars or flares
I set the clock to zero
Now I’d rather be a mouse head
Mouse head
