Desconexion sideral

An astronaut and a witch travel in a bubble
Right for the Sun, that fire that grew
If the detergent heats up and bursts, what you feel
They can lose control and also the connection
Certainty or illusion, epidermal fiction

He believes in spaceships and special effects
That he never verified, that in his fucking life he saw
She practices with brooms, sees the future in a ball
That a hanged man sold her and also convinced her
Of its inner power, that cardboard magic
And in the air, drops of love roll, drops of love

The lazy man plays with the idea of creating a great system
That allows another merger, another type of value
But the witch restrains him and guesses what he wants
Because she went and returned to the hell of terror
To that world so gluttonous that eats your heart

Sometimes it happens that the fever rises mysteriously
And it withdraws without reason, like every apparition
A burst bubble no longer means anything
And they both go dejected, without belief or religion
Moving away from the Sun in the opposite direction
An eternal return to the void, to the void
An eternal return to the void, voids

Life is never so precise, no one has that fixed
That takes you out of the crowd and shows you something better
Neither the astronaut nor the witch know what to do with the guilt
And the fear that left them
Its sidereal disconnection

And in the air, drops of love roll, drops of love