Some soft, tender, some broken men,
Authoritarian again,
Afraid to loose power, gain, to loose, to bruise themselves
To Life
‘Cause Life is tough
And boys don’t cry?
So come on boy, make me cry.
I promise, I promise, I’ll do my best
I’ll cry all the tears that you hold in your chest.
And I’ll fly.
‘Cause rivers of tears,
they make me fly and flow,
Me full of that sorrow.
Feathers fall in love with stones sometimes
And I am so sorry for you boys
if you cannot cry.
Chorus:
Red my Lips
I said imperatively, Red my Lips.
Red my Lips, like the anonymity.
I can only love you
if I don’t feel inferior
Grapefruit skin
covered with ashes
I spat it out
like the words that cursed me
That led me back to nowhere
Chorus:
Red my Lips
I said imperatively, Red my Lips.
Red my Lips, like the anonymity.
Todo sale distinto a lo que era,
Todo es mi impulso hacia afuera
Era, era, era y ahora es
Un payaso del revés
un pez con cara de pez
Y yo, con cara de pena,
Mi piti que se quema en mi mano, y que se quema
mientras se quema por dentro
Y mientras yo lo intento y lo intento
Mientras se quema por dentro
Y mientras yo lo intento y lo intento
….
Migration
Nation
Migration
Nation
Women with wings
River of birds in migration
A nation of women with wings
River of birds in migration
A nation of women with wings
River of birds in mutation
A nation of women with wings
