Semillas De Menta

I'm gonna plant mint seeds in you,
In every room your body has,
In the closet of your open mouth
And in the little closet between your legs.

I'm gonna sow mint seeds in you,
Your skin will be the soil where it rains on me,
Drop by drop, new saliva will fall,
The clouds from my lips are a storm.

And the sun will make mint hairs sprout from your skin.

And I will roam through meadows
Of mentholated back, spring,
And in the winter I will take care of my harvest
I'll cover it with flannel blankets.

And the sun will make mint hairs sprout from your skin.
And the sun will lull us to sleep
During this nap.