Pétalos

The little of this April, escaping from me
The rainwater rusts the sun of my country
Trying to oppress, my broken future
I can't rewrite the story of destiny

When it comes to you, when it comes to me
When it comes to sleepless nights

The years I lost, passed without weighing
The kids in my neighborhood read books backwards
I pursue a truth, written on a paper
Of a threatened dream like the sky of Babel

When it comes to you, when it comes to me
When it comes to stories of garden gnomes

My starting point, the years of my life
I put 'I miss you so much' in the diary of horror
When my hours burn, the macarenas cry
Suburban sorrows, petals of wallflower flowers

Attached to this anguish, I spent my crazy years
And a sad disappointment, dreaming of white pianos
At night on the sidewalks, bartering ladies
Left in moderation something of their lives for me

Something of their lives