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Joaquin Sabina
Miscellaneous
This Mouth Is Mine
You better not have to choose
between oblivion and memory,
between snow and sweat.
You better learn to live
on the dividing line
that goes from boredom to passion.
Don't let them stop you from galloping
not even the barking of the dogs
nor Cain's jaw.
Don't let insomnia give you from telling
the seagulls of exile,
the poppies of Paris.
You're deceived If you want to confuse me
this desperate song
it has no pride or morals
it's just about being able to sleep
without arguing with the pillow
where is the good, where is evil is there.
The approaching war will break out
tomorrow Monday afternoon
and you in the cinema without knowing
who the bad guy is while the city
is filled with burning trees
and the sky learns to grow old.
And get out of there
to defend bread and joy.
And get out from there
so that they know that
THIS MOUTH IS MINE.