Fermín

Fermín's hands
Spin and so does he
Spins and takes more turns

Poor Fermín
Wants to be happy
Spins and takes more turns

In the hospice they will give him
Water, sun, and bread
And a bird to keep his name

In the hospice he will die
And before falling silent
The bird will come from the sea
It will take him to the sea

Today your dreams, Fermín
Taste like sawdust
Spin and turn

Today your sadness in the sun
Wants to be real
Even if you don't believe it

In the hospice they will give him
Water, sun, and bread
And a bird to keep
His name

In the hospice they will tell him
He will soon die
The night will hoist his end
With a leak

And that bird will take him

Fermín went into life, I don't know when he'll come back