En Tu Agujero

I don't give a shit about the lips you want to embroider
But with what's happening
Where are you going since the roofs have been 'closed' on you?
I file my nails, I don't feel like climbing
The truth is I don't feel like anything
My knuckles are already tired
From removing rubble when I start to collapse
Stacking them to shade
And tying myself naked in your arms
Let the rain weave in the tiles, I don't care
Harder to slip, easier to get entangled

After spending the night in your hole
I leave the entrance, and I don't give a damn about anything
I start to hear a hornet's nest
And I turn back with you and see it in colors
My pencil understands dirty loves
And some dripping sheets
It feels like painting
And everything will shatter when going out
By the time you realize, I'm already your fan
I made myself with air sticks to not bother

Don't look for reasons of stone, you won't find
More than ivy trying to cover
Barren fields I have inside
And mud and very dry spots that make you think
Paving stones about to step on
Trampling to make paths
I already have enough to fumigate
Calendars that pull back
I have yellowish fingers
Looking for fire in the wake you leave when passing
Tinning to your swarm and sipping
With the smoke of my thoughts

After spending the night in your hole
I leave the entrance, and I don't give a damn about anything
I start to hear a hornet's nest
And I turn back with you and see it in colors
My pencil understands dirty loves
And some dripping sheets
It feels like painting
And everything will shatter when going out
By the time you realize, I'm already your fan
I made myself with air sticks to not bother

I cut the throat of the rooster that wanted to sing
Dawns to celebrate that the night was dying
If I don't wake up, I grow, and I can swallow
Spoonfuls of the darkness of your eyes
And that's how I feed