La Gossa Sorda

The rotten smell of Valencia makes me hot
Pushed out of the train station arch
I am the last passenger on the platform of your eyes
The last "just" bathed, crushed poppy
Who the hell turned off the light?

Local meat I AP7
Seven times a week I fall in love with your left foot And I see
How the sky falls on us And with the middle finger
I hold him and pull him up, ouyeah!!

On the tip of his tongue was a piece of Venus
That came out of my mouth every time I opened it

When I go looking for joy
I don't know why I always end up in your street
A melody is heard there
Cinnamon stick, bramble caress

"Incar me" a club And fly, uncivilize me
Learn to love the troubles, the turbulence
Little by little discover the shortcomings
Take care of friends as they take care of me
Tell us the miseries with cheese bread and wine

Sniff life with shared "turulo".
Make your tongue travel through the valley between your breasts
All for the motherland of your body, wrinkles, wrinkles, freckles
Hidden corners, scars and tattoos

You let out poetry in every look
My bowels were full of waste
And on the tip of his tongue he had a piece of Venus
That came out of my mouth every time I opened it

When I go looking for joy
I don't know why I always end up in your street
I approach there when the day is dying
And you always take my soul off my feet