Mundo Marrón

All the stars burn, I'm leaving with the bed
The bottom of a bottle tastes like nothing to me
About what's happening to me, I tell my pillow
I follow your parade, I eat your jam
If your lips are tired of words
From asking me so much if the sky is true
Or another farce?

It might be cardboard, it might be ice
It might be the tickles when your hair brushes against me
It might be concrete, it might be your black eyes
It might be the time that has passed since I didn't sneak into the subway
It might be that my heart is a car without brakes
It might be my brown world

And my soul in black and white
I only know the sky of your mouth and I poison myself
With the kisses we give each other
With the desire we have
And how quickly we miss each other
Miss each other, miss each other

All the streetlights go out, I go up to the roof
The first light of dawn that has kept me awake
From this sweet dream
That even though I can't control it
Because lately I only dream in colors
I only dream, dream with different flavors
And from hell I try to ask you
What is the sky made of in our hearts?

It might be cardboard, it might be ice
It might be the tickles when your hair brushes against me
It might be concrete, it might be your black eyes
It might be the time that has passed since I didn't sneak into the subway
It might be that my heart is a car without brakes
It might be my brown world

And my soul in black and white
I only know the sky of your mouth and I poison myself
With the kisses we give each other
With the desire we have
And how quickly we miss each other
And even if the sirens sing, I stay here by your side
With my disheveled heart
Dreaming of being a vagabond who wants to follow your steps
Your steps, your steps, your steps