You are born and she is your mother
You are jumping in the air and you fall on the floor
She puts you in the bedchamber
With soap and balsam in the eyes
She shows you how the duck is behaving
And she looks like some girl that used to be your girlfriend
In the future with the white lights
And with the bursting stars
Then you are going to school
She is sitting at the next desk
She is young and she’ s wearing tongs
And the poems that you are going to learn
You are burping to make yes pay attention to you
You are fighting at the streets
You are breaking the windowpane by throwing bitter oranges
And then you are jumping from the terrace
And you are killing yourself
You are standing and you are 16 years old
You are bored in the classroom writing poems
Her breast wants to break
It is rolling in the woods and the waves
Which is the lyric that is going to fit her in
By the time she wants to be lovable to the stupid ones
Whom are kissing
And she’s opening her legs to the unknown dicks
You are searching for her, you escape home
She is controlling you with her balsam
This acacia odor
This tyranny is pulling you as
There is nobody to help
To tell you what’ s your problem
And she is not even staring at you
You are pushing the accelerator, you are hitting and you are killed
As a result, I have recorded a disc
And I cannot still find what I am searching for
Before go on the stage
I drink from bottles filled with hazy waters
But when the group is on stage
She is sitting in front all illuminated
Without tongs at the hair
Without the poems you used to learn
I put my guitar in the plug
I get stubborn as hell and I’ m jumping high
I start singing my first line
I stick in the wall and I’ m killed