02 octubre 2013

And when you give me your clothes
And when we’re lovers at last
Fresh air, perfume in your nose
There will be teeth in the grass

And when you give me your house

When we’re all brothers at last
There will be food in our mouths
There will be teeth in the grass

And when there’s nothing to want

When we’re all brilliant and fast
When all tomorrows are gone
There will be teeth in the grass



Iron and Wine, Teeth in the Grass

1 comentario:

Glo dijo...

Me ha recordado temas, como el "mar e morada de sodade", de Évora, que podrían durar dos, tres, diez veces más, o un día entero, sin cansar.