Amb Un Velomar
Antònia Font
With a Sailboat
We slept through a sunset
And with a green gesture of the blinds
We realized this house is white.
With the urgency of a divorce
The prediction has come true:
Coexistence is an overdose.
The desk is locked,
The key is lost,
You won't dream any more stories.
You can't go to the moon
Through the stars in a sailboat.
You can't go to the moon
In a taxi over the sea.
You can't go to the moon
Through the stars in a sailboat.
You can't go to the moon
In a taxi over the sea.
We slept through a sunset
And with a green gesture of the blinds
We realized this house is white.
The desk is locked,
The key is lost,
You won't dream any more stories.
You can't go to the moon
Through the stars in a sailboat.
You can't go to the moon
In a taxi over the sea.
You can't go to the moon
Through the stars in a sailboat.
You can't go to the moon
In a taxi over the sea.
