Hormigas Planas

Flat ants in a room of my house,
The floor falls the wild fruit.
Help me give me one more minute,
They are eating your room.
The black fire falls on our skin the monster cries and you know why.
Going out naked to catch the train,
Eating the sea and the waves too.
You are eating and you don't know what the wild fruit is!
This is the lost generation...
I want our faith the funky is our life.