Gas Butano

Tonight is the night of the beasts,
where monsters, lions, and panthers
that follow me climbing on grudges,
I crush them and close the gate on them.

Leaving is your mission,
my little piece of bread,
from the heart, manure, and clay.
It serves you to escape, to get lost like gas,
that's why I sing you this little song:

The neighbors downstairs on my street
remain hidden,
I hear them making noise
and blending with the city.

I, on the other hand, clean my sores
and the matches from my ears,
I stay in the hole
and entertain myself with your blouse and the music.

Poetic and strange readings
for the lazy ones
on the fourth floor.

I run out of almonds
to cut off my head, I'm a bug.

Feeding on very flamenco songs
and going after the crabs,
who are capable of cutting off your feet
in case one day you escape and can't run.
And losing myself from you,
I am the earthworm child,
you are the brown line.

I am a crow and you are nothing to me,
I continue my path under the sun.

A battle of microbes is fought in the city,
all hell breaks loose when they bring out cardboard puppets.

I bury myself and get lost in the earth,
I ignore the situation,
I like it because I play Trebujena and feel better.

Sometimes a mix of sulfur hurt me
that they poured into the liquor
the day before.

And if I lack air, I will break the TV to see you.

They eat the chorizo in pinches before the last day,
with narrow veins due to cholesterol,
I hide from the dentist, there's no room for two here.
If I get lost with you,
I'll become a vampire again,
a friend of the swine.

I am fire for your bitter heart
and you are butane gas on my path.

Butane gas is your destiny,
clandestine butane gas...