Mi primera combustión

Six years later you reappear and talking to yourself
You resume your life's wheel in just one coffee
And finally cured, I allow myself the luxury to observe
Your weird hair and I think now you smoke too much
And you talk as if I had asked you
Who were you avenging all the time I was by your side

And I still don't know what the hell your call is about now
Your spoon trembles and that never looks good
Tell me, tell the truth, you've been without breaking dolls for a while
After a few months someone adjusted me again
And it's a bit far when you set me on fire
And the ashes have already blown, the ashes have flown