Cuarto Movimiento: La realidad

Crouched I wait like a scorpion,
hidden under the stones.
Because to life it was the only thing that gave it meaning.

Accustomed to escaping from reality,
I lost the sense of the path,
and aged 100 more years from so much wandering
lost.
And I search in my memory the corner
where I lost my mind,
and I find it where I lost it
when you said no.

I made a paper boat to go see you,
it sank because of the dew.
Don't ask me how we're going to cross the river.

And I search in my memory the corner
where I lost my mind,
and I find it where I lost it
when you said no.

Without being, I become hard as a rock
if I can't get close or hear
the verses dictated to me by that mouth.
And now that there's nothing left, not even
to give the part of giving that belongs to me,
that's why I haven't stopped walking.

Searching for my destiny,
living in deferred time
without being, hearing, giving.
And collect call
I would like to talk to you,
and thus tune in.

To tell you
that I would like to be a dog and sniff you.
To live like an animal that doesn't get upset
lying in the sun licking the fig.
Without the need to wonder
if vengeful gods will condemn us.
If by Tutatis
the sky will fall on our heads.

Searching for my destiny,
living in deferred time
without being, hearing, giving.
And collect call
I would like to talk to you,
and thus tune in.