Con Diez Años de Menos

If I were ten years younger, how happy
And how unbuttoned the tone of saying
Every word unleashing a storm
And driving occasional etiquette crazy
The years are my gag, oh woman
I know too much, I become my knowledge
I wish I had met you years ago
To spark sparks from the water you give me
To wield treachery and candor
And to forget better

This woman suggests that I jump and crash
Against a wall of stones rising in the sky
And as fuel fills me with longings
Of kisses without promise and sentences without laws

This woman proposes a pact to seal
The earth with the wind, the light with the shadow
Invokes the mysteries of time and names me
This woman suggests that I jump and crash

Just to see him, just to love him
Just to be his, alone and not forget him

With ten years less, I wouldn't have waited
For her propositions, I would have run
Like a beast to the bed where we met
Impudent and bloody, divine and winged
With ten years less, I would have blasphemed
With the sap of her body, I would burn the temples
So that the cowards would take example
With ten years less, I would have killed

Just to see him, just to love him
Just to be his, alone and not forget him
Just to see him, just to love him
Just to be his, alone and not forget him