La Visita
Mon Laferte
The Visit
I remembered
When my visitor came
On this rainy day
A wall crosses my path
I slipped
And unintentionally joined their body
Then, I died in their chest
But I didn't feel well
And I know, in the night, they will return
In the grass, they will return
And my mouth will sing
I wanted to speak
And I have a dead tongue
My consciousness atrophies
I connect with their being
I even cried
When my visitor left
Nothing is new, everything irritates
I reflect on my appointment
And I know, in the night, they will return
In the grass, they will return
And my mouth will sing to them
Oh, no!
Oh, and I know in the night, they will return
In the grass, they will return
And my mouth will sing to them
Oh, oh, and I know, in my consciousness, they will return
In my sex, they will return
And my song will sing to them
