Chisme de Zorro

And you won't know about me until some fox doesn't let slip
You won't have news
My deferred caresses won't affect you
Put a price on your desires
And look for me towards the end of the night by a river of necklines
With raw tears understanding what we failed to say
When everything ends
And they tell me I have to go
I'll leave a suitcase there
With the used man inside that I was until yesterday
And I won't know about you until the wolves don't sin your trail
Among the investigations
The frozen militias won't find you
Break the bag of doubts
And your trail claiming the shadow amid the fury of congas
Inside the lights they howl
Announcing that we have reached the end.