Volantes Pá La Falda Mi Gitana

I want your hair to be a source of nothing
Loose like my desire
And when it blows, a candle always remains
Candle, those are the nights I spend crying
Like a dog howling at the Moon
All the discography of Camela

I want you to never see me naked again
My heart gets all tied up
If you squeeze me like a pair of pliers, pliers my nerves
They're no longer iron, they're wool
When you look at me, I turn into a lamb
And when you don’t look at me, I’m nothing

Because on our planet, there’s no air left
Only bullet holes remain
Ballads that you inject into my blood
Flyers for my gypsy skirt

Words to finish off a verse
A kiss that you never forget
Your love is from one of the four winds
And mine lives in Melancholy City

I dream of marrying you on the Moon
And it’s clear on Earth
That your heart has no owner
I think, therefore I exist, I’m at the back
Of the waves that rock the seas
Seas that wash over your thoughts

I want you to never see me naked again
My heart gets all tied up
If you squeeze me like a pair of pliers, pliers my nerves
They're no longer iron, they're wool
When you look at me, I turn into a lamb
And when you don’t look at me, I’m nothing

Because on our planet, there’s no air left
Only bullet holes remain
Ballads that you inject into my blood
Flyers for my gypsy skirt

Words to finish off a verse
A kiss that you never forget
Your love is from one of the four winds
And mine lives in Melancholy City

Because on our planet, there’s no air left
Only bullet holes remain
Ballads that you inject into my blood
Flyers for my gypsy skirt

Ballads to finish off a verse
A kiss that you never forget
Your love is from one of the four winds
And mine lives in Melancholy City

And I don’t know how to explain
What I want to say
And it’s that without you, I’m dying
Even if you let my wings go
I can’t fly because there’s nothing
Sweeter than your poison