Gualicho

The 'zumba' got stuck
From the bus to Finisterre
Running away from love
Behind a new kiss

With how hard it is to put together a full
Put together some damn full
And play it on this cloth, god!

Gualicho of forgetting
Tight in the hands
Goodbyes are
Of those sweet pains

With how hard it is to put together a full
Put together some damn full
And play it on this cloth, god!

Broths of Venus
That are like holy water
And a couple of rounds of love
With the TV on

With how hard it is to put together a full
Put together some damn full
And play it on this cloth, god!

It could be a downpour
But also a storm
I don't want to see you anymore!
Is my blindness like this?

With how hard it is to put together a full
Put together some damn full
And play it on this cloth, god!

Gualicho of forgetting!