Popurrí (caballito)

What do you want from me
maybe collect a dead man;
press, reward,
I got tired of running or putting up with you

I followed you to the bottom of the sea
I'll see you at the final judgment
What do you want from me
maybe take me alive or dead;
you won't be able to face me
outside the room
I followed you to the bottom of the sea
I'll see you at the final judgment

An eternal youth has come to an end
wrinkles on your skin make sense

It's not that now you win or lose
you think you can bend me, yeah
who to trust?
and there you lie
there I leave you and escape without more
It's not that with that I win or lose
but my beast gallops
and can still fly
and there you lie
who will you think of?
either her or him
or me with anger, maybe
the tears reach your eyes
if a wounded man prays it's not out of faith
and there you lie
bleeding without thinking
that I couldn't bear your wound
either her or him

who still loves you, maybe.
Companion of troubles with blows from
damned people or beer
companion
soon I'll find you in hell
to see who gives more

My eyes look for another direction
and in other arms I have already fallen
upon waking up the essence of your scent
you reappear without being there..
The whole garden has already died
their clothes no longer retain their scent
only in a jar remain
their skin, their lips, their love

And they will dance

memories in the room
their heart will burst
it will burst
memories in the room
and I will dance in their heart oh oh oh oh oh