Adequate Spark

I tried to make a traslation of this song. The original one is " La chispa adecuada" by Heroes del silencio from Spain. It’s only a fragment. I need to know if the song makes sense: “The words were wasps and the streets like dunes when I’m still waiting for you. I keep your tract in a coffin and a crown with your tangled hair wishing find an infinite rainbow. My hands are still of bone, your belly tastes like bread, your body is the cathedral. I don’t know to differenciate between kisses and roots…”

Hi Ralahpik,

Do you have a question about what you wrote? I’m not certain what you are asking.