Tu vestido
Ana Prada
Your Dress
Today you put on your dress,
the forbidden one,
You unconscious, so decent, immoderate
Your figure is taken by the street,
from that lamppost, I wait for you on the corner,
immoderate, unconscious,
without relief,
I give you my real name,
I promise you the whole world,
I swear I hollow out,
I let you go on,
Today you put on
your dress,
the forbidden one,
You unconscious, so decent, immoderate
With every movement you mess up the phrases,
you hear the rumors but you don't pay attention to them, stopped for a moment, immeasurable
I give you my real name
I promise you my comfort
I swear I hollow out I let you go on
Today you put on
your dress
the forbidden one