Put on the tight bow, mermaid, to hell with the wind
Break the foam hairpins
And let me rivet iron smiles on you
Those that dissipate the mists

And I know that among the evils, crystals will rain on us
I will go barefoot and you naked
To the sound of the love of the hoarse drum
That the moon plays

Let's climb to the top of this January sun
And make a nest in its branches
And there laugh watching how each minute hand
Is devoured by the waves

That when cannon shots resound in my arms
I will be lost among your dunes
Leaving everything, burning the thrones
Where doubts reign

And bathe in my eyes, to hell with the sea
That wants to rock you at its whim
If we are nobody, nobody will find us
And if it wants to throw salt on the wounds
It will only find locks
And the scars of loneliness

Take resin to slowly spread on our bodies
In case the gale returns
And in the meantime, in the gaps that time leaves us
Let your hair fly

That if dark clouds return to our madness
They will catch us face to face
And elbow to elbow, increasingly alone
Surrounded by people

And bathe in my eyes, to hell with the sea
That wants to rock you at its whim
If we are nobody, nobody will find us
And if it wants to throw salt on the wounds
It will only find locks
And the scars of loneliness

And bathe in my eyes, to hell with the sea
That wants to rock you at its whim
If we are nobody, nobody will find us
And if it wants to throw salt on the wounds
It will only find locks
And the scars

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