Amor temporero - Marea

Me envalentono y te digo

que tienes los ojitos como fruta del olivo

que no, primo, que yo

me voy con el sol y por mis muertos que tu no amaneces conmigo

quiero que quede y se sube al tejao

con un ojo abierto y el otro entornao

pa ver si caemos

mis penas y yo en algún descampao

y me encaramo como puedo,

giñao, con las manos sudando

en cuanto le dije «te quiero»

ya estaba roncando, soñando de nuevo

me encorajino y decido

«se que tu serás mi niña, que te casarás conmigo»

pesao, que eres un pesao

otra vez te lo digo

me voy cuando quiera y cuando quiera te olvido

te he escrito un poema de esos agarraos

quiero amaneceres contigo a mi lao

ella me cierra la puerta,(venga ya hombre)

a cualquier cosa, le llaman poeta

si es cierto mejor me despido

la aurora me pilla llorando

me acuna y dice que se ha ido

para que no sufra

que duerma tranquilo

Me envalentono y te digo

que tienes los ojitos como fruta del olivo

que no, primo, que yo

me voy con el sol y por mis muertos que tu no amaneces conmigo

quiero que quede y se sube al tejao

con un ojo abierto y el otro entornao

pa ver si caemos

mis penas y yo en algún descampao

y me encaramo como puedo,

giñao, con las manos sudando

en cuanto le dije «te quiero»

ya estaba roncando, soñando de nuevo

No quiero tu amor temporero

tu flujo de hiel,

tus ganas de perder

aunque se que si te vas me quedo en ná

no pienso caer, no me voy a joder, hoy no

No quiero tu amor temporero

tu flujo de hiel,

tus ganas de perder

aunque se que si te vas me quedo en ná

no pienso caer, no me voy a joder

Porque se que me acecha el día y el sol pa follarme

a cara de perro y decirme

¿lo que vas a hacer

con tu mierda de poemas, sin su olor, sin su piel?

Porque se que me acecha el día y el sol pa follarme

a cara de perro y decirme

¿lo que vas a hacer

con tu mierda de poemas, sin su olor, sin su piel?

Ordeñaré

las ubres de la luna y en cuanto amanezca yo,

dosifico a pala y pico el sol, el sol, el sool

Ordeñaré

las ubres de la luna y en cuanto amanezca yo,

dosifico a pala y pico el sol, el sol, el sool

Ordeñaré

las ubres de la luna y en cuanto amanezca yo,

dosifico a pala y pico el sol.

I am emboldened and I tell you

that you have eyes like olive fruit

no, cousin, that I

I go with the sun and for my dead that you don't wake up with me

I want him to stay and get on the roof

with one eye open and the other closed

to see if we fall

my sorrows and I in some vacant lot

and I face as I can,

giñao, with sweaty hands

as soon as I said "I love you"

he was already snoring, dreaming again

I take heart and decide

“I know that you will be my girl, that you will marry me”

heavy, you are a heavy

I tell you again

I leave when I want and when I want I forget you

I have written you one of those poems hold on

I want sunrises with you by my side

she closes the door for me, (come on man)

Anything they call him a poet

If it's true, I better say goodbye

the dawn catches me crying

she cradles me and says she's gone

so that she doesn't suffer

sleep peacefully

I am emboldened and I tell you

that you have eyes like olive fruit

no, cousin, that I

I go with the sun and for my dead that you don't wake up with me

I want him to stay and get on the roof

with one eye open and the other closed

to see if we fall

my sorrows and I in some vacant lot

and I face as I can,

giñao, with sweaty hands

as soon as I said "I love you"

I was already snoring, dreaming again

I don't want your temporary love

your flow of gall,

your desire to lose

Although I know that if you leave I'll stay in nothing

I'm not going to fall, I'm not going to get screwed, not today

I don't want your temporary love

your flow of gall,

your desire to lose

Although I know that if you leave I'll stay in nothing

I'm not going to fall, I'm not going to get screwed

Because I know that the day and the sun lie in wait for me to fuck me

to the face of a dog and tell me

what are you going to do

With your shitty poems, without her smell, without her skin?

Because I know that the day and the sun lie in wait for me to fuck me

to the face of a dog and tell me

what are you going to do

With your shitty poems, without her smell, without her skin?

I will order

the udders of the moon and as soon as I wake up,

I dose the sun, the sun, the sool with a shovel and a pickaxe

I will order

the udders of the moon and as soon as I wake up,

I dose the sun, the sun, the sool with a shovel and a pickaxe

I will order

the udders of the moon and as soon as I wake up,

I dose the sun with a shovel and pickaxe.