Lagrimas Desordenadas

If my heart still doesn't dress alone
It's because it hasn't found its half lemon
It fights in the assaults that life sends
Lives with a hundred cats in an alley
And on the horizon of my burning chest
I'm a Superman looking for your booth
The person who doesn't cry doesn't suckle
A whore with office hours

And I soaked your memories
And they float because the water is salty
Salty because they sprout from my eyes
Disordered tears
Don't think I'm crazy
For living my way
I'm going to spend all day drinking
And at night... Attached to a bottle

If my heart still looks like a skull
It's because it hasn't learned to disguise
Every time it sees your hips walking
The keys fall to the bottom of the bar
And on the horizon of my burning chest
I'm a Superman looking for your booth
The person who doesn't cry doesn't suckle
A whore with office hours

And I soaked your memories
And they float because the water is salty
Salty because they sprout from my eyes
Disordered tears
Don't think I'm crazy
For living my way
I'm going to spend all day drinking
And at night attached to a bottle

And I planted a garden of joy
To make my days more fun
And I dreamed that I slept between your legs
And I turned the dream upside down

And I soaked your memories
And they float because the water is salty
Salty because they sprout from my eyes
Disordered tears
Don't think I'm crazy
For living my way
I'm going to spend all day drinking
And at night attached to a bottle
Oh without you
And the emptier it is, the higher the fence I jump to escape
Attached to a bottle
Oh without you
And the emptier it is, the higher the fence I jump to escape