Jindama

My bed will always have five little corners
Four thugs from the neighborhood guard it
And they protect it with teasing

And when I'm yawning
The bugs come out and the niches ask for more
Amidst the shouts of 'Release Barabbas!'
While Morpheus dies and desire awakens

Talk to me, mother, why do I have this unease
If the bandits take care of the litter
And will make manna fall from their hair?

In your lap I want to find
A dungeon that tastes like freedom
So, with it, be the envy of the prison
With the most beautiful bars
With the most beautiful

I have flourished with so much noise
That thunder inhabits my skin
Science came from Plasencia and Carabanchel
Son of hunger, feverish
I will never stop losing
If you want to get lost with me

Sleep, child, they are knife sharpeners
Those who whistle at you and announce the dawns
Of the paths of daggers and knives

Where you will stumble
Because you wanted to caress Satan
Dazzled by his breath
And the delicacy that soothes your woes
All the woes

I have flourished with so much noise
That thunder inhabits my skin
Science came from Plasencia and Carabanchel
Son of hunger, feverish
I will never stop losing
If you want to get lost with me