Obrint Pas, Oques Grases

The path of solitude is full
And fate that is finally wrong
And through the ravine of the legs... The mouth
Sad dawns, guttural songs
Where the night is "agüita con salt"
Crazy life, flesh to flesh
The games and the wait
Nails, blood, Onan juice
Everything was screaming, long night, spring

You left yourself under the bed
A dirty AND sweaty sock
Following the headlights of your nipples
We are sailing, lost
Pursuing your course
We are sailing, lost

Another night you saw me taking this wick
With the hot organ, leaving this ruin evident
Flying like pollen with wind, momentum, endorphin
Moaning, writhing around the kitchen
"Pen" ground the reputation, flexible, convex
You "quiet", it's me
Hey, more spark, more air, more fire, more friction

You left me on the bed
Stains, pellets, and a good memory
Bringing life to the quilts
We are sailing lost
Pursuing your course
We are sailing lost

That we may know little, but we know that we are alive
And you have everything that makes me happy inside
And it's that I pray looking for it to be won when it is lost
With everything we've experienced that now no longer exists
I have heaven, I am lucky to be with you here in the garden
Surely they won't see us here under the cabbages
I will pull out all the bad herbs if you want, for all the days
That it rains And all the days it rains
That I have no palace, but inside you I am the king
And let them cheat us, let us make the laws
I'll always have your back, I'll always have your back