Bajo Flores
Mis pies se enfrían, mi cabeza arde
Mis manos sudan, sin calor
Y me arde la panza y mis ojos pican
Estoy tan lleno y tan voraz
Las luces duelen
En la ciudad, teñida de gris
Un lugar vestido de gris
Volverá con su mente gris
Al hogar donde todo es gris
Y la gente abarrota el tren
La gente lo derrota a él
Y las luces duelen
Y hoy nacen flores de mis pies
Mis manos sudan, sin calor
Y me arde la panza y mis ojos pican
Estoy tan lleno y tan voraz
Las luces duelen
En la ciudad, teñida de gris
Un lugar vestido de gris
Volverá con su mente gris
Al hogar donde todo es gris
Y la gente abarrota el tren
La gente lo derrota a él
Y las luces duelen
Y hoy nacen flores de mis pies
Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Hurtado
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