Lloran Piedras
La Oreja de Van Gogh
Crying Stones
I stop the paper boats
The wind peeks in
I kill you with a kiss
And the crime is uncovered
I check the ID of the cigarette butts
I shut the eyes of the cats
The sunset sitting on my knees
Eats an orange
My days gallop lost from yesterday
My days of today sleep
Dawn the hungry death
And has breakfast at 4 or 5
And I know I'm, I'm there
I'm on that list
The grandfather falls asleep in the armchair
His grandson looks at him, and laughs
The clouds cry stones
Stones that stone my dreams
