Cordón de Perfume
Luis Alberto Spinetta
Perfume Cord
This is myrrh
There's also ointment
Peace awaits me soon
Was it madness
Among so much absence
Dressed as a gondola?
I thought the vultures' cravings
Would change
But it's not like that, my sister
Such intense fog!
It's the rest
Of the inner fish
Bites from the angle
Where the poets of the world
Got lost
The oil and the myrrh
The gold belongs to another
These are my wings towards you
Oh
Ah ha
(They are subscribers to the desert)
(Who have printed)
(A cord of perfume)
Ah ha
Roo
