Jóven Fígaro
Buhodermia
Young Figaro
They call me Camilo and the pleasure is yours
My world is an empty glove compartment
I want to touch your Marianas Trench
And take you to a beach in Herzegovina
Your body and mine is a ganzfeld effect
And the tectonic plates don't listen to you
On Mondays they call me Andrés Caicedo
On Fridays they call me old Patiño
Let's travel to Mars in economy class
Because you're Pucca and I'm your Garu
Let's have a child who is a nihilist
And when you look at me, you turn me into an ozaru
Let's fuck to the background of the weddings of
Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro
Because my soul is black and life is racist
And you are the void, I am the booze
Sanctified be Leviathan
I was reborn from the feudalism stage
Throw my ashes into a volcano
I'll wait for you with Buddha in the microcosm
I sweetly kiss the salt of your tears
Today we are poems, tomorrow we will surely be two souls
I desire you so much, but what do I gain?
I desire you so much, but what do I gain?
I desire you so much, but what do I gain?
