Mojama

Don't rush so much, she's getting ready
and please don't bother her,
because later all her troubles fall on me,
- don't be such a jerk, get down from your high horse
and come on, focus on what we're doing, it's just the two of us,
glances like a duel, swaying her hair and a shiver dripping
sheets, blanket, bed frame, soul, and mattress,
don't let me love you,
because if I could love, I’d want to be by your side forever,
because I have it...

blacker than soot, harder than hell,
stiffer than a board, my heart gets...
every time you say no,

your hate and mine are cornering each other,
- what happened?
- it was Cupid, that little bastard.
come on, tell me that your green eyes get lost in me,
even better not, because I have it...
blacker than soot, harder than hell,
stiffer than a board, my heart gets...
every time you say no,
and the sun fades and dies behind the curtains of the room,
because it’s jealous of me, of how I love you,
of how I push it away,
if the dream is to run through a fallen autumn,
die? maybe... better than living all alone,
and life goes on, I write little love songs
that keep my soul from saying no to you, as long as it comes out...
...sawdust from the heart.