La Caja de Mi Mollera

The box of my brain has 7 doors
I get lost inside, I come out through the chimney

And I don't know when to come out
My head hurts, my hair has fallen out
from laughing so much inside
from laughing so much inside
clearly but with horns.

Rulo and another turn, I don't need to see you anymore
I watch as the drop of oil drips.

But until I fall to the ground
or you find the reason
my problems will be like glass
if I don't have a picker.

I have to dance
I feel like it.

Alone

In the hardware store they sold me a rope
I tied my tracks, the weeds grew.

I'll have to smile
bad things grow
good things happen
I can't stop laughing
I grow like thistles
I'll prick you if you do something to me.

It doesn't make sense to go up in a hurry
I want to leave written the flower of my feeling

but until I fall to the ground
or find the reason
my problems will be like glass
if I don't have a picker.

I have to dance
I feel like it