Flores de Galeano

I have fire in my eyes and alcohol in this chalice
Alcohol in this tank 1900 and fuck it!
Christine by my side, Helena in her womb
Running away from home. Pink, Blues, Kennedy

Red, Blue. Hotel. I make another child
I ask my brothers: Damn it! Let's make a million
I ask this girl: Love me endlessly
Don't care about those guys. Let's make a billion

Galeano's Flowers

These girls want more!
Catch this line at the front door
I'm putting my life on the line
After putting my clothes in the trunk
After my mother kicked me out of the house

Today she calls me and asks me to come back home
I miss the balcony and the smell of the forest
But I want to stay away from the fights that hurt me
I had everything, but I felt full of nothing

I smoke this joint on the balcony of the building
I take a deep breath and blow the smoke in the face of boredom
Forget about the credit card bills
Getting drunk on wine
Laughing in the face of the doctor

I light a clove incense. I visualize myself on the beach
Because if I think about what makes me tense, I freeze
I imagine us in the flat, light another incense
Just to see if I hide the smell of the shit I do

Bring me that chalice
I command: Stop the cities! Be quiet
Soul that doesn't fit in me

A body that falls on me? Yours!
Vapors and glows enlightening you
Galeano's Flowers

Waves of Cassiano and goals of Zidane
Our love at the Cannes Festival
And what's left for us is to make love

Galeano's Flowers