Jabón

Today, from my love came the war
I have some poems on guard
To break your heart

Today, you're going to see how it feels
How it hurts when you lie
When you change the taste

Of your mouth
Of that fool who touches you
Who dries you up when you wet what I used to drink yesterday...

I don't want to be soap or foam
That ultimately runs in the mist
Under the soles of your feet
I don't want you to rinse me down your legs
To ignore me and lie to yourself
When I know you're dying to see me again

I don't want to be soap or foam
That ultimately runs in the mist
Under the soles of your feet

Today your repentance costs
Your wickedness, your bets
Led me to understand

That when I want and feel like it
I can make your morning
Become my night's girlfriend and you come back

I dream of walking on your hips
And even though I'm blind, I couldn't see, your whims
Your way of understanding

I don't want to be soap or foam
That ultimately runs in the mist
Under the soles of your feet
I don't want you to rinse me down your legs
To ignore me and lie to yourself
When I know you're dying to see me again

I don't want to be soap or foam
That ultimately runs in the mist
Under the soles of your feet
I don't want you to rinse me down your legs
To ignore me and lie to yourself
When I know you're dying to see me again

Today
From my love came the war
I have some poems on guard
To break your heart

(I don't want to be the mist that slips under your feet)
(I don't want to be the mist that slips under your feet)

I don't want to be soap or foam
That ultimately runs in the mist
Under the soles of your feet
I don't want you to rinse me down your legs
To ignore me and lie to yourself
When I know you're dying to see me again

I don't want to be soap or foam
That ultimately runs in the mist
Under the soles of your feet
I don't want you to rinse me down your legs
To ignore me and lie to yourself
When I know you're dying to see me again