Cuando Te Pones Falda

The wind doesn't bleed
Even when sleeping among rose bushes
Nor even if it gets tangled in clouds
Made of barbed wire
The wind doesn't bleed
No matter how many crystals rain down
The wind doesn't bleed
Even if you stab it with knives

The wind doesn't bleed
Just because it plays in a thicket
The wind doesn't bleed
When it falls into the void
Nor when it gets into trouble
With angry knives
Nor when it pricks itself on rushes
While drinking from the river

The wind only bleeds
When you tie up your hair
When you don't wear a skirt
When the cold is already looming
And it's over touching your back
And it's over touching your belly

Then the wind bleeds
It bleeds from its little eyes
It's allergic to long sleeves
And winter has arrived

And you don't leave the house
And the wind is freezing
And you don't leave the house
And the wind is freezing

You wrap yourself in blankets
And it blows with more strength
At the door of your house
Its little eyes are bleeding

The wind doesn't bleed
Even if the cats scratch it
Nor when it sits for a while
On the back of a hedgehog

Nor when dancing naked
While the albatrosses fish
Nor when walking barefoot
On thorny paths

It won't bleed
Even if it cuts its veins
It won't bleed
Because it hugs prickly pears

It won't bleed
No matter how fast it runs
Nor if it crashes head-on
Again against your door

The wind only bleeds
When you tie up your hair
When you don't wear a skirt
When the cold is already looming
And it's over touching your back
And it's over touching your belly

Then the wind bleeds
It bleeds from its little eyes
It's allergic to long sleeves
And winter has arrived

And you don't leave the house
And the wind is freezing
And you don't leave the house
And the wind is freezing

You wrap yourself in blankets
And it blows with more strength
At the door of your house
Its little eyes are bleeding