Rubia de La Cuarta Fila

Morning virus
Fairy tale
MTV groupie
The messy ballad
Tonight I owe it to you
Without denying that I write on demand
For little orphans of warmth
As bitter, as sickly, as me

Blonde from the fourth row
Grow as much as you need to grow
Smoke juice, with tequila
I exchange my wrinkles for your acne

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

In my old suit, almost fit
Almost all the others
Those who rise, those who know
Those who hurt, those who smell bad

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

Tell me about your misbehavior
Little artichoke from Manila
With a red piercing in the buttonhole
Hang on to whoever loves you
Don't die more than for love
When I was your age
I was older

They asked me to improvise
And in the encores I sent you a bombi
Summers are so gray
Autumns are the violin ones

And let the Sun rise in Algeciras
And the half Moon in Baghdad
And dreams be true lies

Blonde from the fourth row
Purse for the good thief
Crocodile tear
Game of Delilah with Samson
Don't close the window
To the dawn that breaks the glass
For now is the beginning of the end

Blonde from the fourth row
Two pupils that treat me well
Blonde from the fourth row
Derail my last train

Blonde from the fourth row
Swallower of my vanity
Blonde from the fourth row
Chlorophyll of loneliness