Aguetas (part. Javier Casalla)

Nobody explains it
I never said it
The fruits bloom
And die in seconds

Nothing extends
And when it ends
Everything inside this cube
Geometric is the sound

You will notice that the water whispers in the ear
In the distant slope from home
You will find lives close to the soul
Close to the soul

Night fell, constellations united
Distant triangles of energy
Talking about journeys
Eternal orgasms

Of energy
Talking about journeys
Eternal orgasms