Dancing like a snake
Pearls all round the neck
Burnt sugar of an eye
Liquiding
Through walls
Carinho, don't stare back
Carinho, vamos a morir
Leaving all your fears
Behind the walls
Mi suave, no more rhum
Mi suave, no puedo sentir
Thinking of an ocean
Of miel to be drowned in
Of parrots poked in skin
Of loaded guns outside
Of festive mais songs
Of tierra de los pobres
And snow under hot sun
Reserve a day in five years
Para gritar nombres por la noche
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