Borracho De La Madruga

I don't want top hats nor do I want
You stole suns of wailing in spring
Losses in gold paper
Robust signs shadowed my chimera
And the chickpeas of my cold August
I ate them in a river cove
Where there are no bars or summer left
You contaminated the threats of my wait
Cuddling with envy
You depopulated the frozen dawn with zotal
And the violets of my allergy
I have sold door to door
By the will

Because I don't wear a hat
No palms as props
No tongue of care
I'm a morning drunk
And I have no appetite
I don't eat or ask for pears from the elm tree
I am not even enraptured by you
Early morning drunk

You walled up the slums of my image
The reefs of my bedroom
You tampered with my banner of nonsense
And the vine shoots that I gather slowly
I hid them because they carry your breath
Door to door
By the will

Because I don't wear a hat
No palms as props
No tongue of care
I'm a morning drunk
And I have no appetite
I don't eat or ask for pears from the elm tree
I am not even enraptured by you
Early morning drunk
I'm a morning drunk
I'm a morning drunk