Mapa Vacío - Los Espiritus

Un señor que mira la señora caminando

La verdad que le mira la camisa abierta

Y lo asustan, lo asustan esas tetas mirando

Que ella no te vea con la cara colgando así

Se cruzan los dos trenes y me los quedo mirando

Y no tiene gollete, no se sabe dónde van

Jazmines en el aire, y el sol está bajando

Tengo el mapa vacío, no sé qué dibujar

Y a mi se me derrite la manteca esperando

¿dónde van los trenes que no frenan acá?

Una vez yo tuve un sueño en el que me iba volando

Y caía en cámara lenta hasta despertar

Y se cruzaban los trenes, y me los quedé mirando

Y no tiene gollete, no se sabe dónde van

Jazmines en el aire, y el sol está picando

Tengo el mapa vacío, no sé qué dibujar

A man who looks at the lady walking

The truth that looks at his open shirt

And they scare him, they scare him those tits looking

That she doesn't see you with her face hanging like that

The two trains cross and I stare at them

And she does not have a neck, it is not known where they go

Jasmines in the air, and the sun is going down

I have an empty map, I don't know what to draw

And my butter melts waiting

where do the trains go that don't stop here?

Once I had a dream that I was flying away

And I fell in slow motion until I woke up

And the trains crossed, and I stared at them

And it has no neck, it is not known where they go

Jasmines in the air, and the sun is stinging

I have an empty map, I don't know what to draw