You got to know the potpourri of the Kama Sutra
And we mocked the law of gravity
We tried everything without questions
And lied with complete honesty
There was no clock or a budget;
The skin that we were wearing,
And it was enough.
Kisses and croissants for breakfast.
Sweat, exercise and skin for dinner.
Homosapiens right in the 21st century,
Troglodytes of naked love.
We gave up a trust fund
For a few days of paradise for both of us.
Cavemen, that's what we were.
No country, no future, no home.
We were two and it was enough.
God well knows that we liked to
Live that way.
Cavemen, that's what we were
Playing daily to improvise
I had no name or surname.
Who knows if it was permitted
To live that way.
I called you "beauty"
I was "skinny"
We never memorized surnames
A subtle poison, such an aphrodisiac
To not have to answer to any noun
We never talked about the future
Only the present was certain
The rest was smoke
Cavemen, that's what we were
No country, no future, no home
We were two and it was enough
God well knows that we liked
To live that way
Cavemen, that's what we were
Playing daily to improvise
I had no name or surname
Who knows if it was permitted
To live that way
One day it came in like something awful1
The reality and the customary
And the immunity came to an end
The cave turned into a house
Risk into submissiveness
Liberty committed suicide
Cavemen, that's what we were
No homeland, no future, no home
We were two and it was enough
God well knows that we liked
To live that way
Cavemen, that's what we were
Playing daily to improvise
I had no name or surname
Who knows if it was permitted
To live that way
I called you "beauty"
I was "skinny"
And we lied with complete honesty
1. Carrasca is a Kermes Oak, not sure how this became an idiom for something awful, but I found this: "Idiom: 'ser de carrasca', to be absolutely awful" (from WordReference.com)