El Chicle Infinito

Steal, that horrible word,
When you steal the soul or the calm,
From those who have nothing to eat.
Look at me, I am a thief,
But of beautiful moments,
Of thick hair,
That this song made for him.
And I stole his neck,
His most beautiful moments,
His bed, his wasp waist,
And his best memories.
To die, knowing that I would die, yes, yes
For hitting my body
It's because I carry it deep inside
Stop the wind, climb, keep going up
Freeze time and touch the sky
Stop the wind, climb, keep going up
Freeze time and touch the sky...
With my fingers...
With my fingers...
With my fingers... aahh

I want to stretch to death
All the time by your side,
Turn the galga hours
Into limping snails,
And look at the stars
And never wash away the traces
Of his hands in my hair
Of his lips on my chest.

Speak, that horrible word
When you bark
You always boast a lot
And never say anything.
Look at me, I do boast
That I don't consume
I don't smoke and I spit
In the false face of those who bark.
So much, don't talk so much
You're making me dizzy
Those scratched jaws talk nonsense.
She is now
the only thing that matters to me,
bury your fist
ignore your story,
your boring nights,
your drunken ferris wheels,
your chickenpox of goals,
top scorers and victories,
coward,
eat your horns
for hitting her alone,
for getting blind
in that trendy den.
And, what would I give, what would I give,
To have her lips,
To have her all,
To open her laughter,
Wet her mouth,
Stumble in her eyes
And drink in her waves
Open her laughter,
Wet her mouth,
Stumble in her eyes
And drink her waves every night....
Her waves... her waves... aaahhh...

I want to stretch to death
All the time by your side,
Turn the galga hours
Into limping snails,
And look at the stars
And never wash away the traces
Of his hands in my hair
Of his lips on my chest.
Travel the beautiful curves
Of her sugary body,
Scratch the fine silk
Of her messy hair,
And lay down our smiles
And kill all the rush,
They pierce like thorns
Those Latina kisses.

I stopped time
And emptied the sand
From that old clock...
I stretched time
With a forever
Of the infinite gum in my tooth.

I want to stretch to death
All the time by your side,
Turn the galga hours
Into limping snails,
And look at the stars
And never wash away the traces
Of his hands in my hair
Of his lips on my chest.
Travel the beautiful curves
Of her sugary body,
Scratch the fine silk
Of her messy hair,
And lay down our smiles
And kill all the rush,
They pierce like thorns
Those Latina kisses.

And I want to stretch to death
All the time by your side,
Turn the galga hours
Into limping snails,
And look at the stars
And never wash away the traces
Of his hands in my hair
Of his lips on my chest.
Travel the beautiful curves
Of her sugary body,
Scratch the fine silk
Of her messy hair,
And lay down our smiles
And kill all the rush,
They pierce like thorns
Those Latina kisses.