Rubia de La Cuarta Fila

Early morning virus
Fairy tale
MTV Groupie
The disheveled ballad
I owe this night to you
Without denying that I write on commission
For orphans of heat
So bitter, so evil, like me

Blonde in the fourth row
Grow what you have to grow
Smoke juice with tequila
I trade my wrinkles for your acne

In the chalk of your eyes
There are orange blossom ashes
And embers of stubble
Of love

In my old suit, they fit
Almost almost everyone else
Those who go up, those who know
Those that hurt, those that smell bad

My prayers, my Russian roulette
A muse, a room for rent
Two Spains, seven kisses from a woman
Blonde in the fourth row

Tell me about your bad behavior
Manila shawl
With a red eyelet piercing
Hang on to whoever loves you
Don't die except for love
When I was your age
He was older

They asked me to improvise
And in the encores I sent you a bowler hat
Summers are so gray
The Autumns, violin solos

And let the sun rise over Algeciras
And the crescent moon over Baghdad
And dreams are true lies

Blonde in the fourth row
Little wallet for the good thief
Crocodile teardrop
Delilah's game with Samson
Don't close the window
To the dawn that breaks the glass
That now is the beginning of the end

Blonde in the fourth row
Two pupils who treat me well
Blonde in the fourth row
Derail the last train

Blonde in the fourth row
Slot machine of my vanity
Blonde in the fourth row
Chlorophyll of loneliness