Dejarse La Piel

It was cold and remnants of coffee smell
And in the ear, silence with the time it is

I have known you
I jump off the bed and tear my skirt as I fall
It was cold, you keep the anchor for me
I had songs to make

I had to go and return to the moon
Lose myself and risk my life
I had to walk backwards
And relearn what I already knew
I had to run away upon returning from the moon
After risking my life
I knew that sometimes, maybe, you have to leave your skin

Awakened with a body like a cross-country field
Disoriented, I fall and fall again
Badly wounded, I hide in your skirt but something is missing, I don't know
I would have gone, you point out my fault, I had songs to make

I had to go and return to the moon
Lose myself and risk my life
I had to walk backwards
And relearn what I already knew
I had to run away upon returning from the moon
After risking my life
I knew that sometimes, maybe, you have to leave your skin

More than getting lost halfway, it could be
Period and continue, check that everything went well
I would have gone, you point out my fault, I had songs to make