Este Mar
Agualoca
This Sea
You are the owner of this sea
Confined behind the salt
And I count the time that goes by
Blinded by your evil
Sweating loneliness
Seeking a ticket to die a little longer
And those eyes that are not there
There is pain in their place and they lie to us
Our whore was abused
And the little angel fell asleep forever
Where will you be today
With your hitchhiking sign
That serves you to walk
Through life... Hitchhiking
Among hills and ravines
Full of morning skies
I still feel your body between my fingers
Where will you be today
Who will you be today
