Es La Medianoche

It's midnight, her body will return
Quick as a hawk
Leaves and cans twist
Everything changes in an instant

Crazy, her gray hand
Leg without anxiety
In ice-cold cars they go

It's midnight
That holds the sweet passion

Fragile like this love
In the tube it is
It's just a breath

The proof lies
In the marginalization
While in the garden
The black pearl was
And it's not a failure, no

It's midnight
That holds the sweet passion

Everything has mirrored itself

I seek nothing now without steps
The mindset rots
Says goodbye
For it flees from reason, love

This can't be explained at the start
Nor at the end, oh
Diodes on the glass
Her eyes will yield a smile
Descending the marble stairs
While in the garden
The black pearl was already
And it's not a failure, no

It's midnight
That holds the sweet passion