Rock Para El Negro Atila

I want to see you flee like a thief
Who they can never catch,
And squeeze in your pocket
All the metallic shine, without fear.

I want to see you smell like the mouse
The danger of the bully cat,
Who changed the siren
And bought a new second-hand rattle.

I want to see you sunk in your overcoat
Chewing on the marginal cold,
And besides everything, see you,
Lunatic, pale and prey to my love.