Cosecha Propia

Give me, give me, give me what I can plant
The wonders that this seed can bring
A pot of life, my yard and the day
Like a sprout, joy blooms away

I can't see straight, I'm feeling dizzy
And I start the day with apathy, with apathy

Give me, give me, give me what I can plant
Plant joy and you'll find glory
Blessed fruits from other lands
Fill the neighborhood with the living dead

With eyes darkened
So satisfied, almost asleep, almost asleep

I'll give all my love until autumn
And while smoking on my balcony, I'll watch the red sky
Damn, those sunsets, up in this balloon
Damn, those sunsets
Up in this balloon
Up in this balloon