Globo de Gas

Poor human being who hears you gasping,
your crazy scream is a criminal pleasure,
my naked body is free like a hurricane.

This is like the kiss of the moon and the flower,
the feeling fades after the friction,
an erotic dream lived without worry.

I'm going to turn into a gas balloon,
I'm going to chase the shooting star,
I'm going to heat the gun and watch you scream.

No, don't kill yourself trying to shine,
my hands scratch with your salty body,
I don't want to die like the eagle over the volcano.

I'm going to turn into a gas balloon,
I'm going to chase the shooting star,
I'm going to heat the gun and watch you scream.

oh, no, I don't know the end,
oh, no, and I don't know how to get out,
oh, no, it's a sexual trap,
it's a thread with no end.

You don't excite me with your liquor breath anymore,
I don't care if you dance rock 'n roll,
reach out your hand and put it in my pants.

I'm going to turn into a gas balloon,
I'm going to chase the shooting star,
I'm going to heat the gun and watch you scream.
I'm going to turn into a gas balloon,
I'm going to chase the shooting star,
I'm going to heat the gun and watch you scream.

oh, no, it's a sexual trap,
oh, no, and I don't know how to get out,
oh, no, I don't know the end,
it's a thread with no end