Ciénaga dorada

He's calm,
looking out the window at the clouds,
that come and go,
and outside is a suburb,
and the kids always scream,
and next to it, someone who left.

Suddenly he goes out to see the sun,
and he won't say hello,
he goes to Beguerí every Monday,
no one knows who he's looking for,
or if he has family in the air,
Just like 1st stanza.

Then she passes by,
(who knows he likes her),
and she knows he'll look at her as she passes by,
and other things happen,
and there are noises on a roof,
and she will disappear around the corner,

(always that way of knowing,
way of forgetting...)
the street is dirty,
and there's a certain color,
and you hear a brake,
ran over something...

And there's a check in the mirror,
as soon as she enters,
and a spot on her retina,
that remained...
her desire is a golden swamp,
where she never sinks...
and there's a record of her body
as soon as she can,
and a hand that hints,
further...
her desire is a golden swamp...
where she never sinks...

The air carries,
the hope of losing,
the sense of that,
which is leaving (baby)

and only her sick soul imagines behind,
behind the walls,
of what will come... oh!

ohhhhhhhhhhh,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh