Como Quiere Tu Abuelita

I'm going to kiss you the way your grandma wants
Hands still tenderly on the cheek
And in my shack break my voice
Howling a love story

Looking for your star I found none
And I fucked with the Moon in your honor
I'm going to get drunk with your skin and your face
No scratches or rough romps
No tongue kisses or alcohol nights
No spreading legs in every corner

Split in half
Putting heart for two
You want to take me by the hand to your house
You're going to tie me up before dawn breaks
Kneel down, pick a flower
Swear on my dead that it wasn't me

The one who makes the Moon cry when it enters your room
And the Sun appears
If I manage to uncover the jar of its essence
I've been told it smells like jasmine
I'm going to break my neck saying yes

Before she realizes that mine is nothing
That smells of misery and bar counter, and very little else
You calm down, I'll watch, who would have sent me to
Your nest, and in a carelessness she pulls me and says I fell
And I insist on losing battle after battle

And others who thought they had won it
I hit them full on with the fire of shrapnel
Leaving hearts in flames on their skin
And others dedicate themselves to dedicating verses to
Those who set them on fire inside

I will wait when the time comes
Not to miss you, not to miss you
It's so simple to make me happy
To feel the air on my face

Let the Kolibrí's guitar sound
Dance in the early morning if I feel like it
Let the door sound and ask for me
Your hands open, parting your lips
Seeing you smile