Témpera

Hard to think without speaking
Hard to find a place on the lips
To the bull, if not for the horns
Hard to drag it to hell

I saw the stars shine during the day
More than ever in a canvas sky
I lie down thinking about my bones
And I miss your weight and your body

The blood that goes to the heart
Is red tempera that hardens time
I look for your fingerprints
To paint trees like the blind
To tear out the crystals
From your thoughts that are my giants, giants, giants

Hard to try to say
If not with hands screaming on the walls
The blue structure bites us
In the corner of one of those drawings
The day running fast
With legs of wood and arms of cardboard

My girl buys a dress
And the whole country seems different to me
My girl puts on the dress
And she took it off right away to give it meaning

Giant, giant, giant, giant, giant

Hard to play the guitar
If the wallpaper comes off for no reason
Hard to make love
Without feeling like we're holding onto a plank
If life is like a shipwreck
May the one rowing be happy

Let the Virgin Mary dance in the meantime
But let her dance with the devil
To tear out the crystals
From your feelings that are my giants
Giants, giants, giants, giants, giants