Serengueti
Los Mártires del Compás
Serengeti
Through the Serengeti of your body
My hands are hungry lions
That when touching your breasts, they escape leaping like gazelles
Through the Serengeti of your love
A south wind blows, scaring your hair like herds of wildebeests
Through the rivers of your body
My mouth seeks your mouth
Where hyenas laugh and seals cry
Through the Serengeti of your love
A south wind blows
That enlivens my silences and fills them with light
Through the Serengeti of your... love!
