Donde Crecen Las Setas
Los Delinqüentes
Where the Mushrooms Grow
In my friend's field, very close to the beach,
where the roads end,
a cold wind has arrived from the mountain
where the windmills are born.
The atmosphere becomes humid,
insects appreciate it
and mushrooms of color grow on the cows,
if you suck it on the back, you get high.
And you spend the day flying,
watching the mushrooms grow.
And you spend the day flying,
until your feet want
to touch the ground again.
Welcome to Paternilla where seagulls pass
from the mountain to the shore,
where the grass is luxurious,
plant juice with pomace,
thistles with seeds.
If you smoke it on an empty stomach, feathers come out of your back,
supersonic and fierce green branch,
mariachi Mexican buddy.
And you spend the day flying,
stopping sleep in the orchard.
And you spend the day flying,
without hurry time doesn't exist,
I'm a buddy of the wind.
Dawn light,
water from the pond,
aromas of cinnamon and pollen,
may no one be able to steal
your adventures.
And you spend the day flying,
watching the mushrooms grow.
And you spend the day flying,
until your feet want
to touch the ground again.
