In the hammock
En la hamaca
Has the dog ever seen the sky?
Or just is waiting for you, for lap your feet
Maybe the heaven isn’t clear
Maybe the hell isn’t so scorching
But doesn’t matter where you been
but doesn’t matter were was born
(what do you feel)
Always, always, always you will have a room in your soul
a prison for my heart
a tripped out in your mind.
