Falso amor

The night falls on your mouth
may God believe it,
the city marks the time in your love,
in your love.

Starting
four in the morning
now it's already a party because of the alcohol,
the alcohol.

I'm going out of faith,
I'm going north seeking warmth
and praying to your hair
that it leads me to your hands.

What good is love,
if I'm dying for you,
if I can't live without your love,
if I say yes,
if you, always, say no.

And to arrive, once again,
at my mouth, your legs; so white, in the sun
from your salty lips, may it lead me to your chest.

What good is love,
if you were killing my breath
just by looking at you, love,
if I'm so pale,
without your warm and false love