Boca en la Tierra [English translation]

The bullets left us alone

and a swarm of bees

that was his treasure and an oxidised night.

They raised us up in their arms

we discovered planets

we thought ourselves as strong as war heroes.

And halfway through the lightning flash the altitude sickness arrived

we went thirst in the air but mouth in the dirt.

Now you light up the hours

with winks that escape

covering up the memory with silver trays.

And we miss each other so much

that we take to coming unstuck

in avenues of glue, held down by the knees.

And halfway through the lightning flash the altitude sickness arrived

we went thirst in the air but mouth in the dirt.

The antenna is open waiting for a signal

The signal that doesn’t arrive to this waiting room is an eternity.

And the perfect treasure covered the storm

with planes passing in the blackest night.

And halfway through the lightning flash the altitude sickness arrived

we went thirst in the air but mouth in the dirt.

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:Mapas