La Vereda de La Puerta de Atrás

If it weren't because I had placed
The path of your waiting
I would have disconnected
Condemned
To watch you from outside
And let the Sun touch you

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

And leave aside the path to the backdoor
Where I saw you leaving
Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again
And now it's all a field again

Her soldiers
Are wooden flowers
And my army has no
Flag, it's just a heart
Condemned
To live among weeds
Planting cotton flowers

If it's waiting for me
The treacherous death
And before I spread myself
Wholly, I see myself in a drawer
Bury me
With my cock out
So a mouse will eat it

And people die all the time inside my television
I want to hear a song
That doesn't talk nonsense and says that there is never too much love
And that it begins with ti/yes and not with do

And leave aside the path to the backdoor
Where I saw you leaving
Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again
And now it's all a field again

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

You say that sometimes you don't understand what my voice says
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