Algo

The guitar frolics and has breakfast
the song that the moon weaved at night,
whispers tenderness with its warm breath,
its laughter chains me in front of delirium.

Something, something of you is digging inside me,
is wrapping me up, something is wrapping me up,
something of you is bringing me closer to heaven,
is bringing me closer to heaven.

The door shudders when you approach,
the steps quicken as they guess you,
you evoke the disorder that is coming
and I forget the eternal hunger of the kitchen.

Because something, something of you is digging inside me,
is wrapping me up, something is wrapping me up,
something of you is bringing me closer to heaven,
is bringing me closer to heaven.

You have involved yourself here in my chest
and have scared away the ghosts
with your kingdom of light.

Something is bringing me closer to heaven...