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I am a castaway from the south
Anarchist, undocumented
From Cádiz and Andalusian
Someone who searched in your sweetness
Solo tu aire
I'm the one who paints blue.
The bitterness in your kisses
The one who keeps it in his trunk
Your misfortunes and their memories
I am only air
I've gotten over my fear of it.
And despite my heartbreak
It's oblivion, my song
That I have changed my rags
From my heart, you little snipper
What lies within me
That dies inside me
And in my hands I will carry
My eleventh commandment
I must not be the one who does not want to
If it doesn't carry love within.
I am like the air
I am a castaway from the south
From your trap, escapism
Corrector and new light
Great absentee from your abyss
I was just air
Repudiate plaid
That I paid as a tariff (air)
I have crossed out the lines
That I kept in your cotton
In a paper diary
I was the light of passion
Sweet wind on your weathervane
And in the arms of your love
A simple puppet
I was just air
I've gotten over my fear of it.
And despite my heartbreak
It's oblivion in my song
I have changed my rags
From my heart, you little snipper
What lies within me
Something is dying inside me
Your kisses, my love
They're already manic, they're already for me
They are soulless kisses
It was a waste of time.
But what a shame, oh, love
That behind the winds there is only air
Beyond the seas there is only water
And from your mouth, provocation
But what a shame, oh, love
That behind the winds there is only air
Beyond the seas there is only water
And from your mouth, provocation
But what a shame, oh, love
That behind the winds there is only air
Beyond the seas there is only water
And from your mouth, provocation
But what a shame, oh, love
That behind the winds there is only air
Beyond the seas there is only water
And from your mouth, provocation
