If the first glance is the one that is worth
-This is already taught by mothers-
I will recover my sanity,
To a common grave
Sewn to questions.
Sour is the flavor of the night in abandonment,
Today will be the day I start the return.
My memory hinders me,
The senses distract me
And they are wrong.
In the waters of certainty,
We made the promise
From the lakes of Pokhara.
'And the perfume that emanates from sex
It will melt into a new cry. '
I have never trusted very thin lips,
Of them I flee like a fugitive.
And you calm the waves
That breaks against my veins,
You purify the air,
In the waters of certainty,
We made the promise
From the lakes of Pokhara.
'And the perfume that emanates from sex
It will melt into a new scream. '
From the embers of a constellation
To the perishable world.
Blessed was the cause of my fortune.
And from the land lost in childhood,
To the perishable world.
Blessed was the cause of my fortune.
Something that has not allowed me,
And now I search between your bones,
Something, that from so far,
I thought it was not, I thought it was not my style.
When you abandon your dream,
You will know that you have died
And the worms are always hungry.
East does not believe in sarcasm
That once ruled us
I am the lion tamed.
In the waters of certainty,
We made the promise
From the lakes of Pokhara.
'And the perfume that emanates from sex
It will melt into a new scream. '
From the embers of a constellation
To the perishable world.
Blessed was the cause of my fortune.
And from the land lost in childhood,
To the perishable world.
Blessed was the cause of my fortune.
Something that has not allowed me,
And now I search between your bones,
Something, that from so far,
I thought it was not, I thought it was not my style.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)