Al loro

Pay attention

I adore
The touch of your hands
on my excited penis
the nose songs, mmmmm
The blizzard on the terrace
the boldness that leads to the evening
my arm under your neck to sleep

I adore
the ochre of your green meadows
the morning sparkle between the sultriness
the letters of Garcilaso
the violins of Extrechinato and you
rye hair,
to sleep
To sleep among blushing cherry trees
soothe myself with an early joint
carress the moment
rest under my lemon tree
where my January blossomed
To sleep among blushing cherry trees
soothe myself with an early joint
carress the moment
rest under my lemon tree
where you blossomed
I long for
the chimneys of Bormujo
the guitars of Zaidín
the commotion of San Pedro
the walks in djellaba
our corner in the blueha
parties at Charco la Pava,
and laugh
I long for ohoohoh
the jawbone quarrels
the nonsense of the class
the graffiti of that revolution
the anecdotes of liters
in the little square the dead
and laugh, and laugh, and laugh
To sleep among blushing cherry trees
soothe myself with an early joint
carress the moment
rest under my lemon tree
where my January blossomed
To sleep among blushing cherry trees
soothe myself with an early joint
carress the moment
rest under my lemon tree
where my April blossomed
Don't bother me today, moon
that in my stubborn waters moons
unrestrained and hoarseness
I lost my mouth
on Liberty Street
Pay attention ohohoho

To sleep among blushing cherry trees
soothe myself with an early joint
carress the moment
rest under my lemon tree
where my January blossomed

To sleep among blushing cherry trees
soothe myself with an early joint
carress the moment
rest under my lemon tree
where you blossomed