Clara

Clara give me a kiss
In bed
Ours is all morning (x2)

Outside the earthquake haunting
The city visualized
The news of the plague
The rules killing the rhythm

The laws with their sadism
Bolts of the machinery
Brides tired of anger
Saints of skepticism

With the shovel the pessimism
That the face comes out expensive
That even the shadow unwillingly
That the wait towards the abyss

That Marxism that fascism
That bloody joke
That the back of a dromedary
That the shot towards oneself

Clara give me a kiss
In bed
Ours is all morning (x2)

Inside no trend
The totalitarian flesh
The edges of the lady
Where in almost everything I exist

The photos of optimism
The smiles of an achievement
You remove the sleep from my eyes
The crumbs where I paint

The mouth of the cleanest
That outside the line
Both of us making bed
That awake I haven't seen myself

That mattress of trapeze
That well-closed door
That tongue in solidarity
Killing selfishness

Clara give me a kiss
In bed
Ours is all morning (x4)