Flores Vomitadas

I should be like those junkies who just go
Living ghosts are on the Huracan field
Insulting life
Addictive personality
In those moments I see my friend
You saved my life

And as a result of this love
I don't want vomited flowers
A dead dog in a dumpster

Just for that, just for giving me a kiss
Your cursed boy, wants to be a good guy
Just for that, for your hand in my hair
Your bandit boy, avoids being imprisoned
Just for that, for your ear on my chest
Your suicidal boy, the mentally ill, doesn't want to be dead

Even if you don't know how to play any instrument
You made this love song
Even if you don't know how to play any instrument, or tune
It's your love song, you made this song

I thank God, my luck, for giving me eyes to see you when I wake up
When will they close?
I thank myself, my luck, that I still have teeth to eat you, to have dinner with you, to have breakfast with you
I thank you, my luck, for giving me the perfume to smell you
If I can't breathe you in, my lungs won't work

Even if you don't know how to play any instrument
You made this love song
Even if you don't know how to play any instrument, or tune
It's your love song, you made this song

I can't complain about anything
What can I complain about?
Even if tomorrow, in the morning
I appear dry in a bed
Even if I can't handle the pressure
What can I complain about?

Even if a water heater explodes on me
What can I complain about?
Until tomorrow, until tomorrow
Even if I crash with a motorcycle
What can I complain about?
Until tomorrow