Rubia Como La Monroe

Hey! Let's see how well the day has treated us
You on the verge of burning and me with my melancholy
I'll take the train back to your saliva
And we'll do the same as yesterday, but with you on top

Well, we may not have the pain resolved
Ok, I tell you, what does it matter if I find you in the end
Blonde like Monroe, warm like the firewood
Beautiful like art deco, bad like a dream

For the crazy poison that you are, I have no antidote
I see you and, typical, it's hard for me to speak
Jack Daniels doesn't kill me, nor am I athletically built
But I can love you to the point of panic

I see you here with killer green eyes
And a belly of soap
Because of your spying tongue, I'll be James Bond
Blonde like Monroe, warm like the firewood
Beautiful like art deco, bad like a dream

For the crazy poison that you are, I have no antidote
I see you and, typical, it's hard for me to speak
Jack Daniels doesn't kill me, nor am I athletically built
But I can love you to the point of panic

I, who thaw you, who insult you
Who bring you a wilted hyacinth
I who approve your melancholy
I who summon you to the heavens' salts
I who darn you: what?
When are you going to kill me with kisses, hero?
When are you going to grind me again in the rain?
When?
When are you going to call me birdie and whore?
When are you going to curse me?
When?

See, time passes
And not even the elves appear to me anymore
And I don't understand umbrellas
And I'm becoming more honest
If you delay
If you get tangled up and can't find me

You'll go blind
If you don't come back now: Infamous, idiot, clumsy, fool
I'll never call myself
But it doesn't matter, kiss me
Again and again to find me
Fit to my waist, come back
Be my animal, move me

We'll sleep like murderers who are saved
Bound by an incomparable flower
The next morning when the rooster crows
We'll be nature
And I'll resemble your children in bed
Come back, come back

Pierce me with lightning
Put me in a Turkish hold again
We'll play the record player forever
Come with your unfaithful neck, with your stone throw
Swear to me I'm not dead
I promise you, my love, the apple

For the crazy poison that you are, I have no antidote
I see you and, typical, it's hard for me to speak
Jack Daniels doesn't kill me, nor am I athletically built
But I can love you to the point of panic