We leave so many dreams on the edge of the mattress,
we leave melodies next to the emotion,
we fight so many duels behind that wall,
tied I carry the fringe of a sigh and a goodbye.
No one here is called anymore, not a single voice is heard,
the furniture and silence fill the living room,
I press the caresses and the prayers,
and I write on a poster that I hang on the balcony: sell.
A new, unused soul is sold,
I surrender my armies of lead,
I burn my ships in your belly furnished with pain.
Sell the cloud of your soul so that it can invent,
I surrender my conquests and my strengths,
the doubts go to the green bucket
and the soul is sewn to our goodbye.
It is words and the television mix,
the neighbors denounce the atrocious silence,
the echoes rebound for the last time,
I tear out the reflections from the crystal of God.
Your flames went out and I'm burning,
I can't find the way out into your love,
already delete our names from the mailbox
and write on a sign that hangs from the balcony: sell.
A new, unused soul is sold,
I surrender my armies of lead,
I burn my ships in your belly, I give you my rudder.
Sell the cloud of your soul so that it can invent,
the dreams, the promises, the earrings,
the doubts go to the green bucket
and the soul is sewn to the pants.
Why don't you sweep away what is left over from your heart,
why don't you save what is worth more
and make me a copy of the key to the portal,
I leave you a space in my memory to come,
I write you down on a list that has no end,
I set aside for you the moments that you want, I,
I am here to take care of your place of love.
A new, unused soul is sold, it is sold,
I surrender my armies of lead,
I burn my ships in your belly,
I give you to the quilt.
Sell the cloud of your soul so that it can invent,
the dreams, the promises, the earrings,
the doubts go to the green bucket
and the soul is sewn to my pain.

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