Un Planeta

I come back again, to imagine
A wandering planet in a distant star
That spins backwards
Quite different, here, uuh

Forty-three moons demodés
All in the planet's sky
Like grains of coffee color
Coffee color, uuh

Go there, just the two of us
To heal the wounds
We carry from the past
Uuh

Guitars in the, that sound flat
Creatures that compose
And gift their songs
When the sun dies
When the sun rises, uuh

Gardens in bloom in every corner
Foam prisons for him
So he doesn't see moons of coffee color
Coffee color, uuh