Plato de Segunda Mesa

Don't dress up, you're not going to the moon..
There..there..there..there
I'm tired of taking you and in the end
You go back to the arms of a jerk

Who doesn't know how to do anything but ignore..
There..there..there..there
Your smile that lights up the city, your gaze that is a bridge
To another place...
Where the stars lie down to dream awake what poets dream...

Chorus..
I swear tonight I'll cut all the reins that
Dominate the sorrows in my soul
It happens that I get tired and bored of being
In this story the most absurd addition...
Find another idiot to bring down the stars for you..
Who embraces your promise, who loves you,
Who applauds whatever
Find an animal that doesn't even realize it's the second
Dish on that table

I didn't know that I didn't know that memories can do more
There there there there
Than my kisses that bite you to death
The corners of your soul nonstop
I didn't know that this love was a disguise ayayai ayayai
Handkerchiefs on the chest to calm
The wounds of love from that ruffian
Who never knew how to see the dreams
Behind the pure white uniform of your body.

Chorus..
I swear tonight I'll cut all the reins
That dominate the sorrows in my soul
It happens that I get tired, I get bored
Of being in this story the most absurd addition
Find another idiot to bring down the stars for you
Who embraces your promise
Who loves you and applauds whatever
Find an animal that doesn't even realize
That it's the second dish on that table.