Cordón de Perfume

This is myrrh
There's also ointment
Peace awaits me soon

Was it madness
Among so much absence
Dressed as a gondola?

I thought the vultures' cravings
Would change
But it's not like that, my sister

Such intense fog!
It's the rest
Of the inner fish

Bites from the angle
Where the poets of the world
Got lost

The oil and the myrrh
The gold belongs to another
These are my wings towards you
Oh
Ah ha

(They are subscribers to the desert)
(Who have printed)
(A cord of perfume)
Ah ha
Roo