Aire

One hungover night trying to wake up
I noticed that starting from my belly button
My body was deflating like parchment paper
I was transitioning, how curious, to a gaseous state,
And after the metamorphosis, I felt much better
It was a dark gray air with a lot of pollution
It was noticeable in any case that it was city air
Although not the healthiest, it's preferred by humans.

Air, I dreamt for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, hydrogen, and argon
With no defined shape or color.

Since I'm very aware even in this situation
I decided to be consistent with my new dimension
And I tried to be breathed by the one sleeping next to me
Without going into details, I know how to do better things,
Since I wasn't satisfied with the sexual experience
The vapors inflated me, I turned into a hurricane
I spun around three or four times, and on the fifth, I got tired
This room is too small for the things I dream of.

Air, I dreamt for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, hydrogen, and argon
With no defined shape or color.
Air, I dreamt for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, hydrogen, and argon
With no defined shape.

And I'm sorry for my girlfriend and the glass I broke
I escaped through the window and dove down
But I had bad luck, and when I was about to soar
I turned human again, don't miss the funeral.

Air, I dreamt for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, hydrogen, and argon
With no defined shape or color, I was air.