Un cuarto sin ventanas - Marea

De este rajado, he dao la vuelta, he prometido:

Si salgo de esta derribo el olvido.

Adios

Enredadera por mi vida te lo pido plegemos

Las velas, hay cien mil caminos

Meto en el saco tus besitos y los mios cien

Mil arrebatos, tu aroma de niño.

Luna no te

Rias déjame tranquilo prender mi candela…

Intransigente, desbocado, remordido, me cruzo

De piernas, me muero en un grito.

Mi media sonrisa

Le dice que he sido el rio, el que te

Quiere y te ha querido

A media luz campo a traves sobre las olas

No mires mi niño, voy a bailar sola

Esta vez no te vienes conmigo el suelo

Que ves, son mis pies

Repiquetean mis deditos en tu espalda

Lloran los relojes, el tiempo no anda

Transpira el colchón de mi alma si me

Pongo en pie, no se por que

Si tu supieras lo que es ver al sol

Morirse de ganas de dar de lleno en

La pared de un cuarto sin ventanas

A cuatro patas cabilando me he escondido

Pa verla bañarse y ponerme encendido

Y tengo celos de la luna y del

Agua del rio, del rio…

Lengua de trapo pa explicarte mi destino

No mires mi niña, mejor te lo escribo

Pero antes, araña mis dudas que hace

Mucho frio, mucho frio

From this crack, I have turned around, I have promised:

If I get out of this I shoot down oblivion.

Goodbye

Creeper for my life I ask you to fold

The candles, there are a hundred thousand paths

I put in the sack your little kisses and mine a hundred

A thousand outbursts, your scent as a child.

moon not you

Rias let me light my candle…

Uncompromising, runaway, remorseful, I cross

On my legs, I die in a scream.

my half smile

He tells him that I have been the river, the one who

He loves and has loved you

At half light cross country on the waves

Don't look my child, I'm going to dance alone

This time you do not come with me the floor

What do you see, they are my feet

My little fingers tap on your back

The clocks cry, time does not work

The mattress of my soul perspires if I

I stand up, I don't know why

If you knew what it is to see the sun

Dying to give full on

The wall of a windowless room

On all fours cabilando I have hidden

To see her bathe and get turned on

And I'm jealous of the moon and the

Water from the river, from the river...

Tongue of rag to explain my destiny

Don't look at my girl, I'd better write it to you

But before, scratch my doubts that she does

very cold, very cold