Hoy Amanecí Super Floral

Today I woke up super floral and sent you four letters
I was going to say on the super paper with inkwell that I fill with my blood
Today I woke up timeless, I send you four letters

Which century do I come from, from which dream emerged
From which mist with my blood
Which century do I come from since I dream of you with my blood
And a fine duck feather

Spill into my hands
And give me the dawn if everything is closing night
Spill into my hands
And give me the soul if everything is closing night
Spill into my hands
And rest your head on my shoulder, when the fog envelops you

Today I woke up super vital and wrote you a few lines
I was going to say on super paper
Today I woke up super astral and I send you these four letters

That are born from my dream, from the mist with my blood
Which century do I come from since I dream of you with my blood
And a fine duck feather

Spill into my hands
And enliven the soul if everything is closing night
Spill into my hands
And give me the soul if everything is closing night
Spill into my hands
And rest your head on my shoulder, let the grass embrace us