Esta Boca Es Mía (feat. Joaquin Sabina)

It's better that you don't have to choose
Between forgetting and memory
Between snow and sweat
It's better that you learn to live
On the dividing line
That goes from boredom to passion

Don't let them stop you from galloping
Neither the barking of dogs
Nor Cain's jaw
Don't let insomnia get to you by counting
The seagulls of exile
The poppies of Paris

You deceive yourself if you want to confuse me
This desperate song
Has no pride, no morals
It's just about being able to sleep
Without arguing with the pillow
Where is the good, where is the bad

The approaching war will explode
Tomorrow afternoon on Monday
And you at the cinema not knowing
Who the villain is while the city
Fills with burning trees
And the sky learns to age

And go out there
To defend bread and joy
And go out there
So they know
This mouth is mine