El Hijo de La Inés

I will search for your cage blindly
So you can lie to me again
And say there's no coal
To stain my pillow
That my soul screams
That splinters come out of my heart

Come up with me to the sidewalk
You'll see the puppet show that shows the color
That the sons of bitches give to the earth
That paint everything dark in every heart
That dares to beat
And they want to knock down the trunk
Of hoarse nightingales
Where you and I live
That has no owner, no gods, no kings
Let the springs of my heart sound

Be careful with the moon, say the stars
Prettier than any, I stay with her again
It kills me, but on all fours I am born again
The streetlights squint in my dreams
My thoughts fill the honey river with rubble
From every place her skin touches
My burrow has four thousand windows
To run out if I feel like running
And let it dawn if it's going to dawn
The son of Inés has broken my corners
So that swallows nest on my rooftop, you see
He doesn't know anything about what needs to be known

And in his courtyard, clothespins fall from some God's clothes
So he opens the door
And in mine, squatting, the sun starts to shit
So I never fall asleep

They say the night has been too short
You don't care and I don't mind, and yesterday
What am I going to do if yesterday was yesterday?
The son of Inés doesn't understand colors
And says that among loves he has never landed on his feet
He gets careless and falls again

And in his courtyard, clothespins fall from some God's clothes
So he opens the door
And in mine, squatting, the sun starts to shit
So I never fall asleep