Cerezas y Azahar

Don't move from those legs
That are part of a war of skins and flesh
Of a slow and clumsy archer
Don't move, it's coming from the north
Don't let it die
The abyss that hides not seeing you
Has swallowed this poor one

The radio says they're going to besiege the city
And the wolf
Advances ignorant of any strategy
And can't find a way
To conquer
Doesn't bring down a single line
There's no mission if I don't understand war
Who can deliver the postcard?

Come, they've told me about a place
That crosses the heart of the wall
Leads to a bridge of cherries and orange blossom
Connects this cave to the beer of your kisses

Come, they've told me about a place
That crosses the heart of the wall
Leads to a bridge of cherries and orange blossom
Connects this cave to the beer of your kisses