Barniz

It will be because of you that there is no more veil than your hair
And that the moon has dressed up as a harlequin for you and me
It will be because of you that weariness is my cousin
And my heart shits itself when I smile
It will be because of you that I don't feel like
Looking out the window even to see them coming
It will be because of you that my bet in life is scratching my belly

My heart beats to bulerías if she looks at me
If she moistens my throat with saliva
My sorrows and my woes clap in soleares
If she tells me she loves me every day

I cling to you like varnish, and the wood rots with you
In fifteen hundred springs without sleep

It will be because of you that all my bad times fit
In the shoebox where I keep the future
It will be because of you that I stumble in the hallway
With the chirping of crickets when I don't want to leave
It will be because of you that February ninth arrives
And once again I am the jailer of kisses without lipstick
It will be because of you that what's mine in the clouds is just a slip

My heart beats to bulerías if she looks at me
If she moistens my throat with saliva
My sorrows and my woes clap in soleares
If she tells me she loves me every day

I cling to you like varnish, and the wood rots with you
In fifteen hundred springs without sleep, like varnish

You'll be a bastard, whispers the sun with a small mouth
You'll be unlucky, whispers life, that you'll soon forget me
With all I've given you
I'll be what I didn't want to be, I'll be your sky, your whim, your child, your sea
You'll be a son of a bitch, winking at me, the moon says as she passes by

I cling to you like varnish, and the wood rots with you
In fifteen hundred springs without sleep, like varnish

I cling to you like varnish, and the wood rots with you
In fifteen hundred springs without sleep, like varnish