Alimaña Pasajera

Back to the drip, where injustice gives
bitter slow trail
that reminds who the good ones are

And the brutal blink
of the eyes that see the truth
memories, memories of yesterday
that come back, that come back to bother

And my blood remains half good blood
and the wolf suit increases and fills with fog over the years
and the sweat that dehydrates the beautiful consciences
is the result of the heat you release, passing vermin

Again the dizziness
of the turns that life is about to take
I stay stunned, I smoke it folded
and keep wasting the hours
and sing, and sing just to sing

And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what you draw in my ears is a lie, and I know it
and I get a silly laugh and at the same time you block my person, and at the same time you block, and at the same time you block my personality

And my blood remains half good blood
and the wolf suit increases and fills with fog over the years
and the sweat that dehydrates the beautiful consciences
is the result of the heat you release, passing vermin

And my blood remains half good blood
and the wolf suit increases and fills with fog over the years
and the sweat that dehydrates the beautiful consciences
is the result of the heat you release, passing vermin
passing vermin, passing vermin, passing vermin, passing vermin...