El mar de sangre - Pier

Las polleras condimentan la derrota

Tan ingenuas con la gracia del amor

Toca fondo la pereza del maldito picaflor

La llave al paraíso brilla por su ausencia

Divanes acaramelados abrazan su soledad

A la luz del mar de sangre resignado por el hambre

Va luchando con patente de potente

Saltarín y escurridizo, el mimado capitán

Como va desenfrenado el torito malcriado

El talento y el mar de sangre lo cuestionarán

Sus locuras inmaduras no razonarán

Sabe todo, sabe nada, y se queda sin carnada

Su cara desfigurada lava con paciencia

A la luz del mar de sangre nace su conciencia

Skirts spice up defeat

So naive with the grace of love

The laziness of the damn hummingbird hits rock bottom

The key to paradise is conspicuous by its absence

Caramel couches embrace their loneliness

In the light of the sea of ​​blood resigned by hunger

Va fighting with powerful patent

Jumpy and slippery, the pampered captain

As he goes unbridled the spoiled little bull

Talent and the sea of ​​blood will question it

His immature follies will not reason

He knows everything, he knows nothing, and he runs out of bait.

His disfigured face he washes with patience

In the light of the sea of ​​blood his conscience is born