Like a little soldier collapsed by the moon in your window,
like that accent that searched for her word, so I am.
It´s true that she never gave me hope,
but she never took it away either.
Perhaps it was the fucking doubt
that carried me to error.
Like a desolate paradise,
without ribs or apples
like the silliest knight´s apprentice of Camelot
just as Scarlett O´Hara stayed
watching that wind that carried away
everything that she truly wanted,
it was because of this she swore:
Today I´m not leaving my house,
I´m not interested in what´s outside anymore.
She wouldn´t kiss me even if a thousand prophets predicted it.
She always told me with her melody
that some day I was going to cry.
And now I´m all alone between four walls,
surrounded by posters full of beautiful women
I´m realizing little by little that only you matter to me!
And that my lips are no longer the cemetery
where your lips come to die.
That you´ve cut off my air and without remedy
I´m going to be taxed to survive.
That you´ve thrown me into the sea with my feet tied
holding the memories with my hands!
Like a butt well-marked
by the red of your lips.
Like just Peter
since you carried off the Pan.
Like an idiot doing silly things
or that´s what my mom says.
Seated at the stop in front of your house
just like Forrest Gump.
Today I´m not leaving my house,
I´m not interested in what´s outside anymore.
She wouldn´t kiss me even if a thousand prophets predicted it.
She always told me with her melody
that some day I was going to cry.
And now I´m all alone between four walls,
surrounded by posters full of beautiful women
I´m realizing little by little that only you matter to me!
And that my lips are no longer the cemetery
where your lips come to die.
That you´ve cut off my air and without remedy
I´m going to be taxed to survive.
That you´ve thrown me into the sea with my feet tied
holding the memories with my hands!
And in the past I stayed,
while you went crazy,
Every time I touched you,
when in love you slip
under clothing,
Every time you shot me
with your love at point blank range,
when you asked me for war,
again and again.
Like a little soldier collapsed by the moon in your window...