Mundo Disperso
Luis Alberto Spinetta
Scattered World
A blot
plus a foot make a land
a golden land
And a sharp edge in your untouchable sphere
give a clone
it's the clone of nothing
Just try,
try to gather the scattered world
Just try,
try to gather it
Souls plus hours,
give a life that can't stay
And a desire, plus a dawn,
can give an igloo and at the same time be true
And try, try to gather the scattered world
Try, try to gather it without love
Nothing around here,
nothing over there
today the sirens have left
they have gone to the waters,
to the undrinkable waters
I can't wait to get out of here
Your touch plus the stellar mass
give, finally, an illusory theater
and a magician and the sweet crack,
give a hat to dive into
And try,
try to gather the dissolved world
Just try,
try to gather it without love
Forget my wounds,
closed stones that move away,
forever
One plus two is six,
since my two is double,
and my one too
And beauty plus a passing train
give, finally, an uncertain witness
And try,
try to gather the scattered world
just try,
try to gather the dissolved world
just try.
try to gather it
just try
try.