Las hojas que ríen
El Ultimo De La Fila
The Laughing Leaves
I sweep it from the inside
I tell myself it's not for me
That I only want the flower of time
I don't need anything else
May the breath of a dawn
That the rest is just the smoke of incense
Fall asleep in the shelter of this afternoon
Fall asleep in anise water
Fall asleep to the lullaby of the breeze
Fall asleep in the fleeting green
Tell me it was true
That there was a path here
I'm also lost
Like the bullfighter who abandons his courage
I grope for shelters
Fall asleep to the gypsy's lullaby
Fall asleep in the fleeting green
Fall asleep under a nest of sins
Go to sleep and I will watch over you
If they exist, I must find them
Languages of a world that is
Asleep between the pages of books
I prefer to tell the truth
If only I can breathe
Next to the tree of laughing leaves
Tell me it was true
That there was a path here
I'm also lost
When the vapor of the fierce soul dissipates
The economic bullfighter remains
Fall asleep in the shelter of this afternoon
Fall asleep in anise water
Fall asleep to the lullaby of the breeze
Fall asleep in the fleeting green
That I will watch over
