Pajaros Negros

Wide will be your bed, great the desire
Soft will be your pillow
Sweet the kisses, the rumpled sheets like the verses
Of that paper that squeezes between your fingers
Just like a weather vane that the wind lashes
I walk disheveled, as if ownerless
I know that dying killing is not a comfort
This part of some time already smells dead
And black birds lurk
Let the music not stop and serve me a drink
I'm dead thirsty, how many black tears can I drink?
If we keep singing until dawn
Let the music not stop, you walk drunk with glory and power
Every night I forget you as is my duty
With the day you turn me as it should be
Your bed has four little corners, girl
Your bed has four corners, with four legs
You have four little angels guarding you
And even if you don't ask, they always save you
I complain because it has been my best dream
It may be that one day we meet
When you have more fingers than friends
If you can't see yourself in any mirror
Make sure black birds don't surround you
Let the music not stop and serve me a drink
I'm dead thirsty, how many black tears can I drink?
If we keep singing until dawn
Let the music not stop, you walk drunk with glory and power
Every night I forget you as is my duty
With the day you turn me as it should be