Besos de Judas

He can't stand the pain, he enjoys inventing
That he lives far away, in a strange country
When he travels in dreams, he does it without me
Every time he gets bored of walking
He does a somersault
When the tired Sun starts to stain
The flowerpots on my balcony with pink
He plays cat and mouse with me
If I ask him: Stay a little longer
He dresses up and leaves
The more I give her, the less she gives me
That's why sometimes I have doubts
Could it be a certain Judas
Who taught her how to kiss?
She never says come, she always makes me wait
At night, like a dream, she takes a long time to come
She draws clouds with saliva and lipstick
She charges a high price for every hug she gives
She's not used to trusting
When alarm bells ring throughout the city
When the wise men say there's no solution
She pretends we should make love
In a crystal bed
By the seashore
I, who always tried to learn how to shuffle
The cards in the style of a winner
Now I find myself bluffing
While her sleeve hides an ace
She always plays to win
The more I give her, the less she gives me
That's why I need help
Even if it's from Judas
Kiss me a little more