Crece La Hierba
Quique González
The Grass Grows
The grass grows in the first drawer
of the spring season
today we await treacherous kisses
and the sounds of open windows
A star burns between the two of us
that doesn't let me get too close
if you climb the colorful stairs
lend me war paint
Who needs a love song
when you have violence in your veins
who needs a love song
that travels on the road
the grass grows in the first drawer
of the spring season
get on, girl, dinner is getting cold
and she left, kissing me treacherously.
The nap sleeps on my mattress
there's a party on my rooftop
the dried flowers in the room
the last installment of my collection
of full moons
