Pata de Conejo

Luck has never taken me
And every time I look, I fall
Like a chance from your puzzle

I bring a soul lightning rod
For kisses without lips
That end up in my sadness

The bad omen was settling
Like a dagger in your gaze
And I rowed at the edge of the shore

If bad luck always calls
How am I going to throw flares
To the love of my wounds

And I who always hit to lose

Your faith, your light, the sun in my mirrors
Of your love as an amulet

But if a bad day saves
By the map of your back
So many barricades on the road

I rid myself of the past
I become a false omikuji
And marry on a Tuesday the thirteenth in spring

And a guinea pig's foot for all the sins
That one day, together will knock on my door
The horseshoe you've hung, the brown cat
And seven years of darkness if I lack your beauty

And I who always hit to lose
I changed the cabal of season
A feeling that I tied
To the right foot of my heart

Your faith, your light, the sun in my mirrors
Of your love as an amulet

Your faith, your light, the sun in my mirrors
And a rabbit's foot