Now that the legs of the rocking chair creek
and there is snow in the television
Now that it rains in the living room, and they go out
the candles of a sky that iluminated me.
Now that the slow ones run spilling
poetry, and the world, ring, ring, woke up
Now a ferocious silence thunders
Now we begin with a cough.
Now that we have found the time
We can look at each other behind the bitterness
Now I show you where I come from
and the broken pieces of the engine
Now that I find my port
Now I find your fierce doubt
Now I'll show you where I come from
and what my heart is made of.
I come from the air
that dried your skin, my love
I am the street, (the real lyric is "yo soy la calle")
Where you found him
Don't compare me
I came down to earth on a paint brush for you
Unforgivable
That I don't look like him...
Not him, or no one
Now that the cats jump
looking for the leftovers, meowing the sad song
Now that you are left with no word
You compare, and compare, with such passion.
Now we can look at each other
Without fear of the reflexion in the rearview mirror
Now I'll show where I come from
and the wounds that love left me
Now I don't want a big fuss
Just a calm chat between us
If you want I can tell you why I love you
and if you want why not.
I come from the air
that dried your skin, my love
I'm from the street (now this time those ARE the lyrics)
where you found him
Don't compare me
I came down to earth on a paint brush for you
Unforgiveable
that I don't look like him
Not him, or anyone...
May someone dry me from your skin my love
Let them tear us apart
and that they erase you from my temple
Do not speak to me
May someone dry me from your skin my love
Tear us apart
I am your soul, you are my air
Let them separete us, if they can
Let them separate us, let them try
Let them separate us, let them try
I am your soul and you my fate
Let them separete us, if they can
Let them separate us, let them try
Let them separate us, let them try
I am your soul and you my fate...