Aire
Una noche de resaca
Al tratar de despertar
Note que por el ombligo
Me empezaba a desinflar
Que mi cuerpo se arrugaba
Como un papel vegetal
Que iba pasando
Que curioso al estado gaseoso
Y tras la metamorfosis
Me senti mucho mejor
Era un aire gris oscuro
Y con bastante polucion
Se notaba en cualquier caso
Que era aire de ciudad
Que si bien no es el mas sano
Lo prefiere el ser humano
Aire, soñe por un momento que era aire
Oxigeno, nitrogeno y argon
Sin forma definida, ni color
Fui aire volador
Como yo soy muy consciente
Hasta en esta situacion
Decidi ser consecuente
Con mi nueva dimension
Y probe a ser respirado
Por la que duerme a mi lado
Sin entrar en pormenores
Yo se hacer cosas mejores
Como no me satisfizo
La experiencia sexual
Se me inflaron los vapores
Me converti en huracan
Di unas tres o cuatro vueltas
Y a la quinta me canse
Este cuarto es muy pequeño
Para las cosas que sueño
Aire, soñe por un momento que era aire
Oxigeno, nitrogeno y argon
Sin forma definida, ni color
Fui aire volador
Y lo siento por mi novia
Y el cristal que me cargue
Me escape por la ventana
Y en picado me lanze
Pero tuve mala suerte
Y cuando iba a remontar
Me volvi otra vez humano
No falteis al funeral
Aire, soñe por un momento que era aire
Oxigeno, nitrogeno y argon
Sin forma definida, ni color
Fui aire volador
Aire...
Air
One night of a hangover
Trying to wake up
I noticed through my belly button
I was starting to deflate
My body was wrinkling
Like a piece of parchment
That was passing by
How curious to be in a gaseous state
And after the metamorphosis
I felt much better
It was dark gray air
And pretty polluted
You could tell in any case
That it was city air
Which, while not the healthiest
Is what humans prefer
Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape, or color
I was flying air
Since I'm very aware
Even in this situation
I decided to be consistent
With my new dimension
And I tried to be breathed in
By the one sleeping next to me
Without going into details
I know how to do better things
Since I wasn't satisfied
With the sexual experience
The vapors inflated
I turned into a hurricane
I spun around three or four times
And by the fifth, I got tired
This room is too small
For the things I dream of
Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape, or color
I was flying air
And I'm sorry for my girlfriend
And the glass that I broke
I escaped through the window
And dove down
But I had bad luck
And when I was about to rise
I turned back into a human
Don't skip the funeral
Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape, or color
I was flying air
Air...