Los Placeres de la Pobreza
Enrique Bunbury
The Pleasures of Poverty
the old age of villages of divine lineage
and their forgotten truths
the little diamond against the palm leaf
through the radio I trembled
and paying with the currency of curiosity
in the supply of weed
masturbation of questions just to hear
a whisper of silver thread
blinded by the voice of inexperience
we crawl without thinking
on the back of the desert towards the caves
the pilgrim's footprints will guide me
my city was dead before being born
unbridled thoroughbred
I detest the lukewarm by vocation
and they say by force they hang
blinded by the voice of inexperience
we crawl without thinking
on the back of the desert towards the caves
the pilgrim's footprints will guide me
no other sky on earth
crossed the face of yes and no
leaving condemnation and chains
on the opposite side of reason
and the pleasures of poverty have overcome
my mocked revolution
the pleasures of poverty have overcome
my mocked revolution
blinded by the voice of inexperience
we crawl without thinking
on the back of the desert towards the caves
the pilgrim's footprints will guide me
no other sky on earth
crossed the face of yes and no
leaving condemnation and chains
on the opposite side of reason.
