Más Me Duele a Mí

Filled with thorns
The toothless land
That gnawed at my roots

With a trap in the left hand
In the right a drum
And the door open

You say that time hurts you, oh
It hurts me more
Hanging around my neck
Its cry of an old clapper
Will flow feverishly
And screw everything I was

I have tarnished
So much wet paper
That I go blind with dampness
Lost like La Parrala
With vinegar in the singing
And drunken the gaze

You say the wind insults you, oh
It hurts me more
That I miss it and can't find it
To blow inside me
Off the track
Reviving the slow pace

But the night devoured the candles
Gorged on wax and, before leaving
On the ground left me coins
The colostrum of the bars
And a whore's compliment

The water carriers
Said their goodbyes
Who will whistle at me now
When they come at me
To make me stumble
The steeds of memory?

You say that dreams hurt you, oh
It hurts me more
That it cracks me if I insist
On banishing it from the mirror
To smile
And let hell wait

But the night devoured the candles
Gorged on wax and, before leaving
On the ground left me coins
The colostrum of the bars
And a whore's compliment