La Muerte Chiquita
Café Tacvba
The Little Death
Give me the little death
give me the small death
and maybe in your arms
I will reach full grace
its essence of high tide
its kisses of tamarind
its eyelashes two palm trees to whose sway I surrender
tell me that you bring the shadows
and inside you are all wounded
Give me the little death
before the last dream
one thing to God I ask
a second to be its owner
revenge is sweet
and this machete I have
is in case someone hurt you
that I die for you
is in case someone hurt you
that I for you...
tell me that you bring the shadows
and inside you are all wounded
for one night in your bed
I am capable of giving my life
