Baldosas Amarillas
Vetusta Morla
Yellow Tiles
The peepholes of desire close now
They have been sealed
For fear of our footprints being stolen
A thousand thieves yet to be born, axes of evil
Sellers of calmness
Watch like vultures from their watchtower
Like an unbeatable tightrope walker
I draw in braille the steps of the next mortal
You took a long time to contemplate the moon
Without icy anguish on your back
For not being able to play with its other face
Which is surely better, Buñuel saw it
He cut it into slices
Leaving on the stage
Only the cover
Like an unbeatable tightrope walker
Reading in braille the steps of the next mortal
If I go over the script from memory
You go from door to door to find
Yellow tiles
For an impossible tightrope walker
Reading in braille the steps of the next mortal
Over an abdominal abyss yet to be revealed
Is my dreamed land
If they close the peephole
I break the window
If I go over the script from memory
You go from door to door to find
Yellow tiles
For an unbeatable tightrope walker
Reading in braille the steps of the next mortal
Like a movie projectionist
Throwing into the air
The light that deceives us as we pass
