Ti tremabas coma sementes coa beleza das vítimas
sei que sempre o recordarei, os meus bicos berrando na túa pel
pintando a nosa propia derrota sobre o bordo da vía
pegando as nosas proxeccións porque non vale nada a vida
Termando dunha árbore afogada ata que me deixe ir
nunha viaxe sen volta a esperar por ti
As cousas deixan de ser cousas porque xa non se enchen do teu olor
os meus dentes cren cando sangras sorteando as palabras
arrastrándonos de medo porque non dura nada o tempo
O fume debe poder verse a quilómetros pensou
xa sei que despois de ti non hai nada
O fume debe verse a quilómetros
despois de ti non hai nada
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