Mi Casa Ha Sido Tomada Por Las Flores

It happens rarely but it happens, buddy.
It's hard to figure out.
And that dude who came up with it, lady, they should kick his ass.
You wake up to the lost aromas, the ones the city forgets, and suddenly you see your home invaded by luminosity.

My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring cups, bring glasses to the spill of colors.
My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring souls and scraps: I'm gonna share songs.

Glowing and discreet flowers, timid and flirtatious, unchanging and restless.
Flowers overflowing the windows, pouring out and climbing all over the city.

My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring cups, bring glasses to the spill of colors.
My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring souls and scraps: I'm gonna share songs.