Bulerías de la sangre caliente
Soy trozos de lluvia y de sol.
siento que se me acaba el calor
busco entre tus piernas la fe
y hundo mi sol mojado en tu piel.
Cada mañana te miro al pasar
te miro, te tiro y me piro sin más
que en libros de ciencia he podido estudiar
que somos microbios venidos a más.
Hoy voy a empaparme en alcohol
sueño que se me acaba la voz
miedo y eso que coños será
aire no te podré recordar.
Cada mañana te miro al pasar
te miro, te tiro y me piro sin más
que en libros de ciencia he podido estudiar
que somos microbios venidos a más.
Flamenco of the hot blood
I am pieces of rain and sun.
I feel that the warmth is running out on me.
I search for faith between your legs
and I sink my wet sun into your skin.
Every morning I look at you as I pass by
I look at you, I throw myself at you and I leave without more
That in science books I have been able to study
that we are microbes that have come to more.
Today I'm going to soak myself in alcohol
I dream that my voice is running out
fear and what the hell it will be
I won't be able to remember you in the air.
Every morning I look at you as I pass by
I look at you, I throw myself at you and I leave without more
That in science books I have been able to study
that we are microbes that have come to more.