La Flor de Mis Heridas
Bersuit Vergarabat
The Flower of My Wounds
That pair of panties that was white
Now is almost completely black
But it's a war trophy
From many tireless marathons
And I don't plan on giving back those undies
Or throwing them away because no one uses them anymore
They are the true soul of this muse
And the rhythm that beats in my songs
They are stored in a drawer
Along with other fetish objects
And I pay homage to the jumble
To the voyeuristic slumming of drunkenness
With memories and a thousand torn pages
All stained by old sensations
Of beautiful runs and gatherings
Where anything could happen to us
The black Dante walking on the ledges
Or Valentín screwing on the balconies
And Huguito's henchmen huddled
In a corner behind the onlookers
The tough menduco always like a dog
And the dizzy ones passed out everywhere
The girls shaking their hips and heating up
The crowd's croquette until it burns
It's the flower of my wounds
That opens any day
And wakes me up at night
Sweating and missing you
Endless celebrations for no reason
Spontaneous messes during the week
Furious revolts in bed
Continuous binges without style
But everything that had to happen happened
In one way or another it happened
That's why the stuff is kept stored
So that no one ever forgets me
And in open homage to those days
To the overflowing nights of madness
Evoking incredible adventures
I carry stories of multiple carats
Gallants, divas, and primates
Psychopaths and crazy people
All mixed in the same piece
Served like fish on a platter
Sometimes in nights of bad dreams
Or on lazy Sunday afternoons
I rummage through the locked closets
Among forgotten clothes and papers
And suddenly discover in my lair
Your favorite dirty panties
I smell them deeply and come to life
Your feminine fragrance is the flower of my wounds
It's the flower of my wounds
That opens any day
And wakes me up at night
Sweating and missing you
It's the flower of my wounds
That opens any day
And wakes me up at night
Sweating and missing you
It's the flower of my wounds
That opens any day
And wakes me up at night
Sweating and missing you
