Tus Muletas

Let me be your crutches,
Your amulet, a good memory
An innocent kiss, the spark of your desires
A pure feeling... 'I want and I know I can'
The rope that always pulls you out of that hole
The ear that listens to you when your mouth spits fire.

I want to be your good nights and those heaps of dreams
That tangle your feelings.

Don't rush at all, I give you my time.
I'll cut the bars that the jailer puts on you
And I'll give you my wings so you can fly far away.
Your last thought and also the first.
I want to be your silence and your untimely scream.

Those really bad days that come every month
That summer heat in Seville in November
That sweat in your hands when you wipe your forehead
An angel always by your side, your future and present.

I want to be that smile on your face that seems drawn
A drop of water running down your back
The ground you walk on and the roof of your house
The expression you have when you're overwhelmed
Mascara on your eyelashes, the trail of your tears.

I want to be your universe and those heaps of dreams
That tangle your feelings.

Don't rush at all, I give you my time.
I'll cut the bars that the jailer puts on you
And I'll give you my wings so you can fly far away.
Your last thought and also the first.
I want to be your silence and your untimely scream.

Those really bad days that come every month
That summer heat in Seville in November
That sweat in your hands when you wipe your forehead
An angel always by your side, your future and present

Your last thought and also the first.
I want to be your silence and your untimely scream.