Cien Pájaros
Lisandro Aristimuño
One Hundred Birds
Counting the giraffes
I lit the sunset
Anonymous the downpour
Wet the green tablecloth
Sorry if I don't get close
The water is at my feet
As the tide rises
I turned into a fish
The lake turned into sand
The sand of paper
And a boat in the storm
Threw everything away
I'm imprisoned by your veins
I'm a poster from yesterday
Of plastic and mercury
Of gas and kerosene
They're cutting down a tree outside
No! don't stop loving me
Hey! a hundred birds outside
