Sa Llimona

It's so hard to talk about certain things
It's the normal process of a trauma
In natural decay
That can't be resolved

And it's the permanent balance of my disorder
That doesn't let me think
And it's true that I can't rectify
Damn, I don't do it on purpose

Your flower-patterned dress
Is my fear
Simpler and more miserable
More plain and more passable

I want the lemon that takes the sun
The spring of a rainy day
I want the apricot painting
If you draw yourself on a sheet

I want the lemon that takes the sun
The spring of a rainy day
I want the apricot painting
If you draw yourself on a sheet

It's so hard to talk about certain things
It's the normal process of a trauma
In natural decay
That can't be resolved

Your hair is so black
You try to fix things
That are not adulterable
Nor bilingual nor very criticizable

I want the lemon that takes the sun
The spring of a rainy day
I want the apricot painting
If you draw yourself on a sheet

I want the lemon that takes the sun
The spring of a rainy day
I want the apricot painting
If you draw yourself on a sheet

I want the lemon that takes the sun
The spring of a rainy day
I want the apricot painting
If you draw yourself on a sheet

I want the lemon that takes the sun ...
I want the apricot painting ...