Venas Con Humo Y Palabras

We'll have it if I can't trot,
if you want to put birdseed in my bars,
and there's no god or faith to argue with me,
I've become a real son of a bitch if it gives me...
I prefer to have the feeder empty,
I'll throw bites at the whole world,
then I'll look where I spit it out.
it stirs and I take care of looking...

if there's nothing to eat, I'll climb the apple tree,
to see them coming in a cart
of things to do, of blind people hitting,
because life is a bitch and I've become very bad,
and if loneliness comes, well, loneliness in the bag,
it will be the same to give as to be given,
I don't plan to leave anything for the worms,
the moon meows at me to wag my tail,

all my dreams have stayed at the parsley level,
I make a dress with everything I've lost
and it makes sense to smile,
has ruffles to lie, to undulate like wheat,
and say that since you've gone
I dance it the same with you as without you,

if you try to understand my sleepless nights
you want to buy me with handfuls of candies,
bundles of losing, with juice from puddles,
grind the mortar, you have me in your hands,
and I hope things go well, and to pass the time
you sow for yourself, and more when I'm silent,
I keep quiet about what's there, what's there is what it is
and to touch the heart it's better not to open your mouth.

all my dreams have stayed at the parsley level,
I make a dress with everything I've lost
and it makes sense to smile,
has ruffles to lie, to undulate like wheat,
and say that since you've gone
no one has defeated me yet,

today I want to put my kingdom of spoils in these places,
where the first time we made the dawn juggle,
and I won't see sweat fogging up doorways again,
it goes so wrong when I look back...

I'll open my veins, words will come out,
keep the bell, put it on another goat,
there's no room for me, I've been hanging
too many keys, all the losses,

all my dreams have stayed at the parsley level,
I make a dress with everything I've lost
and it makes sense to smile,
has ruffles to lie, to undulate like wheat,
and say that since you've gone
I won't stay, not for a moment or a while,
to plan who will pay for the mess
of my despair, my suffocation,
I know who has gone crazy waiting,
we'll have it