Del Templo de La Taberna
El Ultimo De La Fila
From the Temple to the Tavern
There's nothing left here
to do... nothing;
nor anything to offer
that you don't already have.
On the blue swing
of your metallic kisses
I want to surrender
like an animal.
With skin burned
by the sun
the salt and love.
Running and crossing
a thousand gray lives of gray people.
Running and leaving everything behind.
Running and raving
ever by your sweet love.
Reaching the end of you.
With a cloudy mind,
sharp senses,
half crazy.
From the temple to the tavern
through the vineyards
I will shout your name.
From the blue jungle
of your tangled hair
to the honey steam
of your awakening soul.
Running and raving
ever by your sweet love.
Running and leaving everything behind.
Running and crossing
a thousand gray lives of gray people.
Reaching the end of everything
