Mundo

There is a world beneath the world
Which of the two is real?
One calls me fearing that I will leave one day
I turn up the volume so it can hear
And paints my face until I smile
Reality dissolves in the clear water
There is a world beneath the world
Which of the two is real?
Where are my feet?
Where is my head?
Where do I live and where does this sadness come from?
What is not named also exists and has its own way, it lives in silence
Sleeps between dreams and the truth that is part of the ground to emerge
Oh oh oh, there are mushrooms in my garden, brought by the rain and they are for me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, there are mushrooms in my garden, brought by the rain and they are for me
There is a world beneath the world
Which of the two is real?
One is built among mirrors that distort the voice
Feeds on my skin
Slowly hides in a corner and leaves a hole
There is a world beneath the world
Which of the two is real?
The night opens waiting for the downpour
Singing to the evening star, where have those who tended the fire gone?
Oh oh oh, there are mushrooms in my garden, brought by the rain and they are for me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, there are mushrooms in my garden, brought by the rain and they are for me
Brought by the rain, and they are for me
Brought by the rain, and they are for me
What is not named also exists and has its own way, it lives in silence