I want the luck
Of a peaceful love
With the flavor of fruit
Bitten
Us on the beat
In the rocking of the net
Killing the thirst in the saliva
To be your bread, to be your food
All of the love that there was in that life
And something exchanged for a guarantee
It's to be an artist
In our familiarity
Through Heaven and Hell
For poetry that we don't live
Transform the tedium
In melody
To be your bread, to be your food
All of the love that there was in that life
And some Veneno Antimonotonia
And if I find at your hidden fountain
I reach in full
The honey and the wound
And the body made a furnace
Mouth, never, hand
And your mind, no
To be your bread, to be your food
All of the love that there was in that life
And some medicine that may give me happiness.