A Caballo

Silence, I'm heading to the mountain, silence
There are steps following me
But that's always been the same to me
Commotion, will you come with me?, commotion
Even when I close my eyes, I see you
If they never come to look for us

And the olive trees tell me that I'm tired of dreaming about you
That I'm cornered and I'm out of shots
That it's time to wake up
And in the walnut trees, I lay down the kiss that clouds your windows
The one written with dirt among the bushes
That will die in a muddy place

And I carve hearts with a knife on the bare torso of an orange tree
I want to see coming down from your gaze, with loaded weapons
Bandits on horseback
And with their manes make you a bed so you always sleep by my side
And give ourselves to the morning's sway
That will spin us more than a stone in a ravine
More than a stone in a ravine

I smell you, you think I'm snoring and I smell you
And I fly between the bed and the floor
And I come back to remove the sawdust
In time, in time to tell you, see you later
And I'll be the shadow of a dream
The light will be the light of a crimson

And from an almond tree, I'll make you a flute for the wind to blow
And a stick to beat the time that always wanted to escape us
And from an oak tree, I'll make you charcoal if the night falls on you
And let its command be a kitchen cloth to defog your glass

And I carve hearts with a knife on the bare torso of an orange tree
I want to see coming down from your gaze, with loaded weapons
Bandits on horseback
And with their manes make you a bed so you always sleep by my side
And give ourselves to the morning's sway
That will spin us more than a stone in a ravine
More than a stone in a ravine

Hold onto the saddle if it starts to smell bad
We're galloping towards nowhere
And hollowing out, because thousands are coming
The Civil Guards and the National Police
And with fewer papers than a hare to walk
Through paths and roads to start over
Where there's no eye watching

And I carve hearts with a knife on the bare torso of an orange tree
I want to see coming down from your gaze, with loaded weapons
Bandits on horseback
And with their manes make you a bed so you always sleep by my side
And give ourselves to the morning's sway
That will spin us more than a stone in a ravine
More than a stone in a ravine