De Mala Muerte
Los Caballeros de la Quema
Of Bad Death
It's been days since I went out in the sun
I gave the key to my shell
I go from bed to the bathroom
From the bathroom to the wine
From the wine to the pain
Half damaged and with a wounded snout
Several moons asleep without you
I'm almost ready to bury us
Almost not...
And tonight I go out to steal cloudy kisses
Of bad death
And as always I end up looking for you
Broken-neck tightrope walkers
The afternoons become long without your voice
I sweep away your shadows and they come back in
Your absence shines
It climbs onto my sheets
And starts to bark
A wise tango says
"you have to know how to forget"
But none dare to explain
A heart in distress doesn't offer its neck like this
Just...
And tonight I go out to steal cloudy kisses
Of bad death
And as always I end up crying for you
Broken-neck tightrope walker
