She is the lost fairy that one day, asleep, fell into my life
She comes out of the bathroom naked, tries on dresses, doesn't ask forgiveness
She loves inconveniences, gets mad at me and speaks to me in French
She dances like the princess of the neurotic kingdom of my childhood
She says it sounds like freedom
All those drunken nights I thought that I'd find her, but I lost her
I had to do some mourning, cut my desire with a scalpel
I wanted to search in the drop of the last whiskey that I never drank
I had a former love on the night of the day after I saw you
She says it sounds like freedom
Our love is a tin bed
That cuts you when you wanna fall asleep
That makes us get involved and lose ourselves
That the misfortune of existing binds us
And this love is like hot ice cream
That burns you when you wanna lick it
That insists on leaving no survivors
That is a lie, but it's also true
She blooms in the dry corrosive garden of my loneliness
Nothing in the world I like more than hugging you and then waking up
I have a terrible past and some secrets to confess
I have a pending toast, that one unconscious day I'm gonna raise
She says it sounds like freedom
And this love is like aluminum flowers
That rust when you wanna water them
That makes us get stubborn like kids
Who cry because they miss mom
And this love is like a tango by the Polaco
Because there's no milonga nor acceleration
Because it makes me feel alive in tragedy
Because it's self-destructive like me
And this love is a tin bed
That cuts you when you wanna fall asleep
That makes us get involved and lose ourselves
That the misfortune of existing binds us