Quiero coger la gripe
Que la temperatura de mi cuerpo suba a 40 grados
Quiero moquear
Quiero tener los ojos rojos de tanto estornudar
Quiero que tú me puedas cuidar
Al médico no escuchar
Sus vacunas me dan igual
Luego pases de mí
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| Vacunas, hojas de pinchos de pino y la Luna. Vaccines, spiked leaves of pine and the Moon. Fotography Manu Cueva. |
La leche caliente tragar
Dormir enfermo, tapado
Por la fiebre que siento.
Oler mal y sudar.
Sentir que voy a morir
Para luego revivir.
En una mañana soleada donde la brisa marina
Te enrede el pelo en la cara.
Texto Manu Cueva,
I catch the flu
That my body temperature rises to 40 degrees
I runny
I keep my eyes red from sneezing
I want you I can take care
The doctor does not listen
I do not care Immunizations
Then pass me
Because the soup is unwilling to take even
Swallow hot milk
Sleeping sick, covered
I feel the fever.
Smelly and sweaty.
Feel I'm dying
And then revive.
On a sunny morning where the sea breeze
You wrap the hair on the face.
Text Manu Cueva.
That my body temperature rises to 40 degrees
I runny
I keep my eyes red from sneezing
I want you I can take care
The doctor does not listen
I do not care Immunizations
Then pass me
Because the soup is unwilling to take even
Swallow hot milk
Sleeping sick, covered
I feel the fever.
Smelly and sweaty.
Feel I'm dying
And then revive.
On a sunny morning where the sea breeze
You wrap the hair on the face.
Text Manu Cueva.
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