They call me camilo and the taste is yours

My world is an empty glove compartment

I want to touch your Marian pits

And take you to a beach in Herzegovina

Your body and mine is ganzfeld effect

And tectonic plates don't listen to you

Mondays call me caicedo andrés

Fridays call me old patiño

Let's travel to Mars in economy class

That you're pucca I'm your garu

Let's have a son who's a nihilist

And you look at me you make me ozaru

Let's take the weddings of figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro in the background!

That my soul is black and the life racist

You are the void I am the guaro

Sanctified be leviathan

I was re-naissance from the stage of feudalism

Throw my ashes on a volcano

I'll wait for you with Buddha in the microcosm

Kiss sweetly the salt of your tears

'Today we are poems, tomorrow we will surely be two animas'

What do you want from you, but what do I gain...?

What do you want from you, but what do I gain...?

What do you want from you, but what do I gain...?

What do I gain...?