Beso a La Locura

With my head hanging
Between the chair and the table
With an empty stomach
And waiting for some
Surprise
Surprise
Surprise, surprise

And spitting on expensive shop windows
Throwing stones at your roof
Frowning at everyone
And forgetting everything dreamed
Dreamed
Dreamed, dreamed

And the trash can occupied
I have shouted your name from the heights
And I have spat blood from a bridge
And I have kissed madness on the mouth
On the mouth
On the mouth, on the mouth

I have gloves on
When I grab my neck
And when I go flying the engines stop
And I crash
And I crash
And I crash, I crash

Life passes by like a
Pound butterfly over a meadow, of lilies and roses
Oh my God how beautiful it is to live how lovely the pink sunsets

There's a reason