Ave Seca
Luis Alberto Spinetta
Dry Bird
Giant, eyeless, your vulva
Of frozen gem, sore that
When drying, kisses the petals
Psychosis of sap in the branches
Waiting to move with your eyelids
Sunny the edge, from where you long
To return
Come fly on my dry bird
Made with leftovers of ghosts
Come fly on my dry bird
Ah ah...
Useless punishment, without fire
Your belly forgets me
I have no peace
The dog is sleepless
In the house, the desire
to leave
Come fly on my dry bird
Made with leftovers of ghosts
Come fly on my dry bird
Made with threads of diamonds
Golden screen, manger, your shoulders
Shrink and so the world is forgotten
Piazolla, the afternoon, the air,
The desire to leave
Come fly on my dry bird
Made with leftovers of ghosts
Come fly on my dry bird
Made with threads of diamonds
Ah ah
Come fly on my dry bird
Made with leftovers of ghosts
Come fly
Come fly
Come fly on my dry bird
Made with threads of diamonds
Come fly
Come fly
