Una Historia Con Las Manos

Don't look at me when I look without looking at you between the pores
From your velvet skin, from the curve of your jaws
Look at me when I rest in the drawer of my roots
That I chose the role of martyr for dying for a kiss
Along the battered path of life and its compasses

Let me tell you
A story with hands
May it taste like candy
Let me crash into your mouth
Let him ejaculate in your belly
Let me plant myself in your hole
Let him yell at you like a pig

And the hiding place of the day will be a lasting dream
Between sheets of puff pastry where my body resigns
I'm sweating profusely, I'm getting soft
I forget about demons every time I'm with you
It feels like freedom to be silent among so much noise

Let me tell you
A story with hands
May it taste like candy
Let me crash into your mouth
Let him ejaculate in your belly
Let me plant myself in your hole
Let him yell at you like a pig

Let me tell you

And I start to see that I have dirt in my pockets
And water to make you a mud castle
Under a bridge I have on my teeth
To give you a bite when you wake up
What does it matter if it's already night?
Hey, you go ahead, I have dirt in my pockets
And water to make you a mud castle
Under a bridge I have on my teeth
To give you a bite when you wake up
What does it matter if it's already night?