Sube al desván [English translation]

You will be the dark night where i will burn

the beams of this house that still standing

i will drink your blood and put your skin

i will writte your name in each wall

it wasnt matter of one day, or two, or three

as a tiger to their prey I round up you

because you smell like grass,

because you taste like jungle

because someone broke the mold

there is nothing like

because you smell like the ground

because you taste like woman

when nobody can see us

up to the attic

Time only pass in who does not see you

who sleeps at your side lost the faith

that another live can exists that can be

better than walking up you in the dawn

and even if things come off balance

we always invent strength to grow

because you smell like grass,

because you taste like jungle

because someone broke the mold

there is nothing like

because you smell like the ground

because you taste like woman

when nobody can see us

up to the attic

when nobody can see us

up to the attic

• Artist:Victor Manuel
• Album:El lanzador de cuchillos (1984)