Calcamonía

I was a fool
Thinking you cared for me
And now I wish
That your name on my chest
Was just a sticker
And I could wipe it away
With the scrub of everyday life
With every letter of your name
I find a synonym for lie

And the wind has no owner
And its strength is its measure
You ripped off my roof
When I thought you were mine
Throwing off, on the way
My weathervane, my hairstyle, and my personal charm
Once and no more

Sticker, sticker
On my skin, you’re nothing but a sticker
Sticker, sticker
Your love came to me as a gift in a Cropán

And this life is so cold
And so impersonal
And you always show up
So eager with the guests
I’ve developed
A certain Eskimo complex
Like a tourist at the pole
Looking for a warmth
Hot as a spark

And today it’s snowing in hell
And it’s also pretty cheap
The fire in my guts
Needs some dynamite
I explode and start to wreck
Any random guy next door
I lose cash and friends
And my self-esteem

Sticker, sticker
On my skin, you’re nothing but a sticker
Sticker, sticker
Your love came to me as a gift in a Cropán