Medita Sol

Aunts on joints
A thousand thugs
This is the shit
Madrid sun

Sun, sun, sun from here
Pimps and informants
Nuns by the thousand
Crazy saints
Sun for me

E, e, sun, d, e
Meanwhile I
Run in my winged boots
Cops and pigs
Handsome and tough fools
I'm a hustler
I must follow the sun

Sun from the gills of the fish
From my night captain
Sun of the rich, sun of the poor
Your loneliness ageless
Sun that truly kills
Harmonizing in the darkness
Sun that pours your love
Over the day

Every star is another sun
Every man a welder
Uniting the broken parts
Of the great inner mirror
Little soldier of love
From the solar I want to be sun
And embrace you like a
Sun that fascinates you
Good girl!