La chispa adecuada [English translation]

the words were wasps

and the streets were like dunes

and I'm expecting your arrival...

in a coffin I guard your touch,

a crown,

with your hair tangled

wishing to find an

infinite rainbow

my hands that are still bones

and your belly that tastes like bread

the cathedral is your body...

you were summer and a thousand

torments, me the lion

who smiles at the walls

which I've repainted in the same

colour

(chorus:)

I can't distinguish between kisses

and putting down roots

I can't distinguish between the

complex and the simple

and you are now on my list of

promises to forget

everything burns if you use the right

spark

the fire that was sometimes your

own, but the ashes were always

another's

white sperm sliding through the

spine

we are already much older and more

honest, but so what?

if we look upon the lagoon that is

call eternal absence

(chorus)