Los Molinos
La Fuga
The Windmills
I look for your warm lips,
That lie more than they kiss,
The ones that people bet on.
I want your suicidal embrace,
Even though I know it's a lie
And it costs me ruin.
I look for an urgent drink
And a snake tongue,
I look for a reason why the bars call me,
You already know the details,
It's never too late for me.
I shipwreck, I vomit,
Because I need you
Like the air to the windmills.
From bar to bar
I know I won't find
What I need now.
But the house remains empty,
The sofa was burning me,
The TV bored me.
And I threw myself into the street
In search of a detail,
I look for a maybe.
The bars call me,
You know the details,
It's never too late for me.
I shipwreck, I vomit,
Because I need you
Like the air to the windmills.
Now the night is agonizing,
I'm at my best,
The bartender is in a hurry.
Bad friend dawn,
You fill my hours with ice
And freeze my bed.
And I return to my old ways,
To my bad mornings,
To the bad mood.
The bars call me,
You know the details,
It's never too late for me.
I shipwreck, I vomit,
Because I need you
Like the air to the windmills.
The bars call me,
You know the details,
It's never too late for me.
I shipwreck, I vomit,
Because I need you
Like the air to the windmills.
