Mapa Vacío

A man looking at the lady walking
Truth is, he's staring at her open shirt
And those tits staring scare him
Don't let her see you with your face hanging like that

Two trains cross paths and I keep watching them
They have no clue, don't know where they're going
Jasmines in the air, and the sun is setting
I have an empty map, don't know what to draw

And my butter is melting while waiting
Where do the trains that don't stop here go?
Once I had a dream where I was flying away
And falling in slow motion until I woke up

Trains crossing paths, and I kept watching them
They have no clue, don't know where they're going
Jasmines in the air, and the sun is scorching
I have an empty map, don't know what to draw