Materia Pendiente
Los Nocheros
Pending Matter
This love that is born in the sun
Dream wheat field that grows in me
Like that river dies in the sea
I would like to die inside of you
I know my shadow is really dry
I want to wet it in your sweat
Over your body it will be
Naked and fragile it will kiss you
Oh passion wheat field
And explode in the burning madness of love
Pending matter between you and me
I know you will get tangled
Between my sheets of illusion
We will pluck that flower
In red love petals
Oh wheat field of love
And explode in passion
Oh wheat field of love
And explode in passion
Oh wheat field and explode in love.
