Jadín Del Desdén

Alright
On my profile I put, withered and wilted flowers
You liked it, and my agony turned into anguish
Searching and not finding, one gets frustrated
Isn't that so?
Let me find your last kiss on those lily lips
I return to the verse and the verse
In solitude and an adverse world
If I don't cry, then let the universe cry
It will be dew on your skin
Like a daisy erasing your smile, it was the last unfaithful cocktail
In the garden where I installed a rainbow, my convulsion
The last delirium among lilies and disappointment
I'm tired
I'm a sad and unhappy old man
Unable to fly because my feet are rooted
Today it doesn't matter what was said, what was done
As an old man, one knows who they loved the most
I'm withered
I need you!
Give me a 'don't forget me' for a narcissus
Dying on purpose and slowly

Pollen, pollen, slow in Eden
Don't disdain me
Understand that I could never be well
Relax here, people won't judge you
If I don't fly anymore, it's because I became a grandfather

I'll drink the bitter honey, to love it or forget it
Leave her with her strange things, and her long faces Carla!
Without understanding me, only with pain
Just wanting to be vapor, to melt in the liquor
Don't want happy lyrics, you don't understand my woman
Stop celebrating, it's what you want me to celebrate
Let me grow old, I'm tired of pretending
What good is your affection? I only know how to cry and drink
Bring gladioli and carnations
Only bring nails to stab
In him, because everything he wants dies
The future will be black, then he will be imprisoned
There will be fire and burning in the skin stuck to the bones
All because I'm tired of suffering
Of sailing on the endless high seas, endlessly
I feel how the clouds purr my themes
As the wandering dagger thirstily goes through my veins
So many questions, so few answers
A storm answers when I ask where you are
The tension will be on the lament and its prosody
An angel who hates us guards my girlfriend and me
That's why I'll write kilometers and kilometers
With sadness now and the next day with euphoria
Ugh
The tear dances on the glass
It will be thrown to rest, to reach the peace of the end
They are scoundrels

Pollen, pollen, slow in Eden
Don't disdain me
Understand that I could never be well
Relax here, people won't judge you
If I don't fly anymore, it's because I became a grandfather