El Hombre de La Marcha
La Cuca
The Man of The March
Invaded dreams...
By a mute awakening.
Behind the uniform,
I feel the touch of your skin.
The calculator,
Adds up days that go by.
Photocopier 27 more copies,
Pass, take a seat,
Give me all your attention
While I rub my wallet
And feed the heart...
With your legs...
*Nylon leg,
White flesh, in blue
White leg,
Water skin, are your spilled legs.
They are your legs,
Long bridge, all leg
It's not you,
It's your legs x2
I sign the promises
That invite me to die
And I see the calendar
Tearing off my skin.
The computer,
Processing information.
**Communicative only in front of the switchboard,
All for the image
Of the blind who see me
While I rub my checkbook
And feed the illusion.
With your legs...
