Dente de León - MOEL

Hai días que escapan

Que non teñen cura

Días que tenden a cronificar

Hai horas que son miñas

E non poden ser tuas

Hainas que vivir

Hainas que matar

Como un dente de león

Agardando que alguén lle sopre

Como unha estruga que está

Desexando que alguén lle toque

Hai días que empezan

Cubertos de fume

Días que tenden a clarificar

Hai horas que enturban

Hai rectas, hai curvas

Minutos que quern sedimentar

Como un dent de león

Agardando que alguén lle sopre

Como unha estruga que está

Desexando que alguén lle toque

there are days that escape

that they have no cure

Days that tend to chronify

There are hours that are mine

And they can't be yours

Hainas to live

Hainas to kill

like a dandelion

Waiting for someone to surprise him

Like a wrinkle that is

Wishing that someone touches him

There are days that begin

smoke cutlery

Days that tend to clarify

There are hours that cloud

There are straight lines, there are curves

Minutes that want to settle

like a lion's dent

Waiting for someone to surprise him

Like a wrinkle that is

Wishing that someone touches him