Focs Artificials

The mountains, the hotels, a bell,
I know the scent of the almond tree.
The trails of a plane in the sky, clouded,
I don’t want to know anything about winters.

And hunger made me learn to love you,
Every case of your vice more animalistic, more wild.

The mountains, the hotels, a bell,
I know the scent of the almond tree.
The trails of a plane in the sky, clouded,
I don’t want to know anything about winters.

And the sea that controls my travels keeps me company.
And the salt that heals me and hurts me is from mother-of-pearl.

I’ve candied my hands
In case it’s true that I have to wait for you;
I’ve burned the alcohols
And I’ve gotten tangled in lettuce and lichens and flowers.

I’ve overcome sleep
And I’ve been able to coat myself in rice;
I’ve made you a snack
With bells and moss and fireworks.

The mountains, the hotels, a bell,
I know the scent of the almond tree.
The trails of a plane in the sky, clouded,
I don’t want to know anything about winters.

And hunger made me learn to love you,
Every case of your vice more animalistic, more wild.

I’ve candied my hands
In case it’s true that I have to wait for you;
I’ve burned the alcohols
And I’ve gotten tangled in lettuce and lichens and flowers.

I’ve overcome sleep
And I’ve been able to coat myself in rice;
I’ve made you a snack
With bells and moss and fireworks.

I’ve candied my hands
In case it’s true that I have to wait for you;
I’ve burned the alcohols
And I’ve gotten tangled in lettuce and lichens and flowers.

I’ve overcome sleep
And I’ve been able to coat myself in rice;
I’ve made you a snack
With bells and moss and fireworks.