Mundo Marrón [English translation]

All the stars burn,

I tumble across the bed.

The bottom of a bottle tastes like nothing

of whatever happens to me.

I'm telling it to my pillow.

I follow your troupe,

I eat your jam

'cause your lips, tired of speaking, insist

on asking me a lot

if Heaven is real

or is another sham.

Is it made of cardboard?

Is it made of ice?

Is it my tickles when your hair brushes against me?

Is it made of concrete?

Is it your black eyes?

Is it the time since I last sneaked in the tube?

Is it that my heart is a car with no brakes?

Is it my brown world?

And my soul is in black and white.

I only know the heaven in your mouth and I get poisoned

with the kisses we give each other,

with the desire we feel

and the little time we take

to miss each other so much,

to miss each other, to miss each other.

All the lampposts go off.

I go up to the terrace.

The first light of daybreak

has kept me awake

from this sweet dream,

'cause even if I don't control it,

lately, I have only dreamt of colours.

I only dream, dream of different flavours

and down from hell, I'm trying to ask you

what the heaven in our hearts is made of.

Is it made of cardboard?

Is it made of ice?

Is it my tickles when your hair brushes against me?

Is it made of concrete?

Is it your black eyes?

Is it the time since I last sneaked in the tube?

Is it that my heart is a car with no brakes?

Is it my brown world?

And my soul is in black and white.

I only know the heaven in your mouth and I get poisoned

with the kisses we give each other,

with the desire we feel

and the little time we take

to miss each other so much.

And even if the mermaids sing,

I'm staying here by your side

with my dishevelled heart

that dreams of becoming a wanderer

who wants to follow your steps.

Your steps.

Your steps.

Your steps.

• Artist:Estopa
• Album:Rumba A Lo Desconocido [2015]