La Vereda de La Puerta de Atrás

If it weren't for the fact that I placed
The path of your wait
I would have disconnected
Condemned
To look at you from outside
And let the sun touch you

And if it were
My life a ladder
I've spent the whole time
Looking for the next step
Convinced
You're on the roof
Waiting to see if I arrive

And leave aside the sidewalk of the back door
Where I saw you leave
Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again
And now it's all countryside already

His soldiers
They are wooden flowers
And my army has no
Flag, it's just a heart
Condemned
Living among weeds
Planting cotton flowers

If you wait for me
The treacherous death
And before I share myself
Overall, I see myself in a drawer
Bury me
With the dick out
So that a mouse can eat it

And people die all the time inside my television
I want to hear some song
Let him not talk nonsense and say that there is no excess of love
And that it begins with yes and not with do

And leave aside the sidewalk of the back door
Where I saw you leave
Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again
And now it's all countryside already

You say that sometimes you don't understand what my voice says
How do you want it to be inside your belly button?
If a flower flies away from between my fingers
And she alone marks the way

You say that sometimes you don't understand what I say
How do you want me to know what I'm saying?
If a flower flies away from between my fingers
And I let her show me the way