Onironauta

I continue in pursuit of satisfaction
That would give me to know you a little more
Even if your tastes don't try it
Black silk and the subtle pink on the edge of your laughter

The smoke flies out the window
A coffee, the night dances
And the shoes get damaged

I continue in pursuit of satisfaction
That would give me to know you a little more
Even if your tastes don't try it
Black silk and the subtle pink on the edge of your laughter

The smoke flies out the window
A coffee, the night dances
And the shoes get damaged

It's six in the morning and it doesn't seem to dawn
That my friend takes revenge with his shots of aguardiente
His gaze goes up and down lost in his fixation
With the broken glass and the bottle of alcohol

The papyrus of your face
The green of your voice
The fire of your hair
The sway of your sweat, of your sweat, of your sweat

I continue in pursuit of satisfaction
That would give me to forget you this time
Even if my mind doesn't let me
Your black soul and the subtle sad whisper of the breeze

The smoke returns through the window
Unintentionally, the night ends
And the lovers don't dance, don't dance, ah