Delirios

Delirium from the image that gets tangled in the night’s peace
They spin tales of moon and laurel
Of moon at night, of caresses until morning
Moon of thorns that saw us born

Let me into your city of stone
And salt rage that cracks the concrete
Like glass, if in doubt you scream louder
Than the sirens' song in the churning sea before the land

I return to the white and cold prison of words that raise
Memories of what we were yesterday
Two tricks that in the hunger for laughter and clear gaze
We tear our skin off with kisses

Let me into your city of stone
And salt rage that cracks the concrete
Like glass, if in doubt you scream louder
Than the sirens' song in the churning sea before the land

Oh, we are nobody if the dream slips away
And the fear that scratches dulls the
Voice, behind the shoulder there’s nothing
Leftovers of a tale with essences of yesterday

I’ll step out of myself to see the hidden plague in my guts
What hides between the lip and the honey
In a moment of madness, it beats down the closed doors
And sets free the monster I must be

Let me into your city of stone
And salt rage that cracks the concrete
Like glass, if in doubt you scream louder
Than the sirens' song in the churning sea before the land

Oh, we are nobody if the dream slips away
And the fear that scratches dulls the
Voice, behind the shoulder there’s nothing

Leftovers of a tale with essences of yesterday

Oh, we are nobody if the dream slips away
And the fear that scratches dulls the
Voice, behind the shoulder there’s nothing
Leftovers of a tale with essences

No, we are nobody if the dream slips away
And the fear that scratches dulls the!
Voice, behind the shoulder there’s nothing
Leftovers of a tale with essences of yesterrrrday!