La Taba
Los Nocheros
The Dice Game
If you're going to play with love
Beware of luck
From behind or in front
It can touch you
Turn and a half I calculated
To the center of your soul
By luck the dice
Didn't want to fall
Seven steps that in the end
Are neither enough nor too many
If they charge you for roses
They give you thorns
I played with love
And today only in nothingness
Rolling the dice
It fell on its edge
If you're going to play with love
It's a lost game
From a burning log
You find ashes
And to luck of dressing
Just my size
It went off track
And that's how I lost you
The waterfall must wait
Without pause or hurry
That as a prize your laughter
Comes to find me
