Áire
Una noche de resaca
Al tratar de despertar
Noté que por el ombligo me
Empezaba a desinflar
Que mi cuerpo se arrugaba
Como un papel vegetal
E iba pasando, que curioso, al estado gaseoso
Y tras la metamorfosis
Me sentí mucho mejor
Era un aire gris oscuro y con bastante polución
Se notaba en cualquier caso
Que era aire de ciudad
Que si bien no es el más sano,
Lo prefiero al ser humano
Aire, soñé por un momento que era aire,
Oxígeno, nitrógeno y argón,
Sin forma definida, ni color
Fuí aire, volador.
Como yo soy muy consciente
Hasta en esta situación,
Decidí ser consecuente
Con mi nueva dimensión
Y probé a ser respirado,
Por la que duerme a mi lado,
Sin entrar en pormenores, yo sé hacer cosas mejores
Como no me satisfizo
La experiencia sexual,
Se me inflaron los vapores, me convertí en huracán
Dí unas tres o cuatro vueltas
Y a la quinta me cansé
Este cuarto es muy
Pequeño para las cosas que sueño
Aire, soñé por un momento que era aire...
Y lo siento por mi novia
Y el cristal que me cargué
Me escapé por la ventana
Y en picado me lancé
Pero tuve mala suerte
Y cuando iba a remontar
Me volví otra vez humano no falteís al funeral
Aire, soñé por un momento
Que era aire...
Air
One night of hangover
Trying to wake up
I noticed that through my belly button
I was starting to deflate
That my body was wrinkling
Like parchment paper
And it was happening, how curious, to the gaseous state
And after the metamorphosis
I felt much better
It was a dark gray air with a lot of pollution
It was noticeable in any case
That it was city air
That although not the healthiest,
I prefer it to humans
Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air,
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon,
Without a defined shape or color
I was air, flying.
Since I am 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 was not satisfied
With the sexual experience,
The vapors inflated me, I turned into a hurricane
I took about three or four turns
And on 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...
And I'm sorry for my girlfriend
And the glass I broke
I escaped through the window
And dove straight down
But I had bad luck
And when I was about to soar
I turned human again, don't miss the funeral
Air, I dreamed for a moment
That I was air...