La luna me sabe a poco - Marea

Decía que tenía el corazón alicatao' hasta el techo

Que a ver si no podía hacerle yo una cenefa a besos

Pa' llenar de porvenir los bolsillos del mandil

Y colgar un recuerdo de cada azulejo

Y es que na le da más asco que aguantar como un peñasco

A que pase el invierno

Que le diga que ya nos veremos

Que ha vivido en un silbido

Orgullosa de haber sido una yegua sin freno

Desgastada de andar por el suelo

Le dije que a la noche por los poros me salían mares

Soñando que me hablaba y me agarraba a sus cuerdas vocales

Que no hay quien pueda dormir escuchando mi latir

Que parece que está masticando cristales

Tengo un gato en las entrañas, un tembleque en las pestañas

Y muy poco tiempo

Si me dice que ya nos veremos

Voy rompiendo las persianas

Pa' dejar por mi ventana el camino abierto

Si se cansa de andar por el suelo

Pondremos el mantel, tú quédate a mi lado

A comernos al amanecer lo que quieran las manos

Y de postre un sol maldito que termine de volverme loco

Que ya sabes que la luna a mí siempre me sabe a poco

Decía que tenía el corazón alicatao' hasta el techo

Que a ver si no podía hacerle yo una cenefa a besos

Pa' llenar de porvenir los bolsillos del mandil

Y colgar un recuerdo de cada azulejo

Pondremos el mantel, tú quédate a mi lado

A comernos al amanecer lo que quieran las manos

Y de postre un sol maldito que termine de volverme loco

Que ya sabes que la luna a mí siempre me sabe a poco

A poco, a poco

Pondremos el mantel, tú quédate a mi lado

A comernos al amanecer lo que quieran las manos

Y de postre un sol maldito que termine de volverme loco

Que ya sabes que la luna a mí siempre me sabe a poco

He said that his heart was tiled up to the ceiling

Let's see if she couldn't make me a border with kisses

To fill the pockets of the apron with the future

And hang a souvenir from each tile

And it is that nothing disgusts him more than holding on like a rock

Let the winter pass

Tell him that we'll see each other

That she has lived on a whistle

Proud to have been a mare without a brake

Worn from walking on the ground

I told him that seas came out of my pores at night

Dreaming that she was talking to me and holding on to her vocal cords

That there is no one who can sleep listening to my heartbeat

That it looks like she's chewing on crystals

I have a cat in the entrails, a tremor in the eyelashes

and very little time

If he tells me that we'll see each other

I'm breaking the blinds

To leave the open road through my window

If you get tired of walking on the ground

We'll put the tablecloth, you stay by my side

To eat at dawn what our hands want

And for dessert a damn sun that ends up driving me crazy

That you already know that the moon to me always knows little

He said that his heart was tiled up to the ceiling

Let's see if she couldn't make me a border with kisses

To fill the pockets of the apron with the future

And hang a souvenir from each tile

We'll put the tablecloth, you stay by my side

To eat at dawn what our hands want

And for dessert a damn sun that ends up driving me crazy

That you already know that the moon to me always knows little

little by little

We'll put the tablecloth, you stay by my side

To eat at dawn what our hands want

And for dessert a damn sun that ends up driving me crazy

That you already know that the moon to me always knows little