Al Gallo Que Me Cante

Juggling with corners and bars,
Consciously occupying almost all places.
Jumping from one side to the other, bouncing off the walls,
I feel lighter as dawn breaks.

I'll cut the rooster's beak that sings to me.
Everyone to bed, let no one get up
And don't even think about going out in the sun.

And don't even think about going out in the sun
I curse their dead, I'm
The one who drags from flower to flower
This bitter wind.
And if the sky is bricked up
Who will unbrick it?
If the horizon is a wall
I start chipping away
With courage, with a hammer,
With the reasons given by delirium,
With the rage that starts to cry,
With the kicks of my storm,
Of my storm...

Peeing in the corners, buying medicines,
Painting hearts without thorns in the toilets,
Multiplying fish, turning water into wine;
The lines on my hands are marking my path.

I'll cut the rooster's beak that sings to me.
Everyone to bed,
Let no one get up
And don't even think about going out in the sun.

And don't even think about going out in the sun, I curse their dead
I'm the one who drags from flower to flower this bitter wind.
And if the sky is bricked up who will unbrick it?
If the horizon is a wall I start chipping away
With courage, with a hammer,
With the reasons given by delirium,
With the rage that starts to cry,
With the kicks of my storm, of my storm...

And I climb onto the rooftops of my crazy dawn,
Finally the sky begins to fall.
In my trench, my shotgun is made of wood,
My flag is a little paper book.