Tus Bragas

I dreamed that I got into your bed
after a winter festival,
now I don't dream anything,
many winters have passed.
And I don't know how your bed is
or how your body sweats,
I've been left wanting
and you, you've stayed with me. (x5)

With my desire to live,
with my desire to feel,
with my desire to sin,
with my desire to dream.

And in so much despair
I lay my bones on the ground
and fall asleep on my back,
to see if I'm choked by the vomit
of that rum that's turned to vinegar,
the one that feeds my dreams.
But dreams are shit
and you, you've stayed with me. (x5)

With my desire to live,
with my desire to feel,
with my desire to sin,
with my desire to dream.

And you haven't left me anything,
and there are never any remains of nothing.
I dreamed of your panties
and you, you've stayed with me.
I dreamed of your panties,
your panties, your panties, your panties.