Marea - Marea

Cuantas veces me habré preguntao'

¿Qué es lo que se desata detrás de su cara?

Si tu supieras, si yo te dijera, si yo te contara…

La enlazaron y se ha desatao' y ondea por la acera

El vuelo de su falda, es su bandera

Es donde guarda

Su nombre se llama marea

Y estaba tan sólita que me fui pallá

¿Quieres hablar conmigo?

¡Pues claro que sí!

Su soledad es una vieja enjuta

Rodeá de hijos de puta que se ríen de

Ella pues todos quisieran ser como marea

Y cuentan que un verano voló

Y se dejó el corazón debajo de la cama

Que le dijo que no volvería

Que no la esperara

Quién le iba a decir

Que al final iba a unir su tripa

Con la má, con un poeta de cañerías

Poeta de mierda, de manos vacías

Que necesita a alguien cuando

Va a caer

Que borra las fronteras con solo sus pies

Dame fuerte en la entrepierna

No me dejes que me duerma

Que esta noche me las piro a

Enseñarle los dientes al mundo contigo

How many times have I asked myself'

What is unleashed behind his face of him?

If you knew, if I told you, if I told you...

They laced her up and she's untied 'and she waves down the sidewalk

The flight of her skirt is her flag

is where she keeps

Her name of hers is called tide

And she was so lonely that I went palla

Do you want to talk to me?

Of course yes!

Her loneliness of hers is a skinny old woman

She surrounds herself with motherfuckers who laugh at

She, well, everyone would like to be like a tide

And they say that one summer flew

And she left her heart under the bed

She that she told him that she would not return

That she didn't wait for her

who was going to tell

That in the end she was going to unite her gut

With mine, with a poet of pipes

Poet of shit, empty handed

That she needs someone when

she will fall

That she erases her borders with just her feet

Give me strong in the crotch

don't let me fall asleep

That tonight I ask them to

Bare teeth to the world with you