Aire

One night of a hangover
Trying to wake up
I noticed through my belly button
I was starting to deflate
My body was wrinkling
Like a piece of parchment
That was passing by
How curious to be in a gaseous state

And after the metamorphosis
I felt much better
It was dark gray air
And pretty polluted
You could tell in any case
That it was city air
Which, while not the healthiest
Is what humans prefer

Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape, or color
I was flying air

Since I'm very aware
Even in this situation
I decided to be consistent
With my new dimension
And I tried to be breathed in
By the one sleeping next to me
Without going into details
I know how to do better things

Since I wasn't satisfied
With the sexual experience
The vapors inflated
I turned into a hurricane
I spun around three or four times
And by the fifth, I got tired
This room is too small
For the things I dream of

Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape, or color
I was flying air

And I'm sorry for my girlfriend
And the glass that I broke
I escaped through the window
And dove down
But I had bad luck
And when I was about to rise
I turned back into a human
Don't skip the funeral

Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape, or color
I was flying air
Air...