El Extraño Viaje (feat. Los Chikos del Maíz)

I woke up with a hangover
Feeling anything but free
I dress in silence, leave without saying goodbye
My chest tightens, pins in my head

I steal a beer and grab a tissue
Clumsily, I thwart your plans
I walk the streets again like Pablo Milanés
People are boomerangs
But those years won't come back and deep down it pisses me off

The bass drum clap, the parchment
The Kerouac mode on the road
The refugee, the Palestinian
Europe fortifies itself and fills us with shame, buddy

Bombs are raining in Yemen
And it seems like no one cares
They canceled Treme and Netflix doesn't comfort me
I dance if it rains, loves, barter

Living in a Michael Haneke movie
Hit me with the break
Capitalism is dying alone like Daniel Blake
The law isn't fair, a reflection of power

I just want to wake up far from your screen
You want luxury, the boat, the girl, the beach
Appear on the 40 and on TV
You want the ticket, the pass to fame
I really just aspire to have class like Emma Stone

My name is life and I got hurt
Let their bars, their bars fall
Chains, wires, borders, borders
My blood is a flag

I carry my people, my voice, and my land
I carry, I carry my land
I carry, I carry my land

I woke up with a hangover
Smelling of guilt
Wounds on my back and a dirty face
Outside, I hear the rain

A storm is coming
And I have to go out for bread and answers
To walk through consciences
To see that everything is posing and decadence

But there are those who see beauty in this circus
On the lapel of a book, in a glass of red wine
I follow my instinct long before trends
I live in a continuous conflict with myself

Sometimes it worsens me, other times it makes me resist
Drink a beer and write another hit
If the end comes, let it catch me between your legs
Or fighting in Cuba against the external threat

Nothing pays off for me anymore and I'm not bothered if the end is near
No new Jay Dylan records or Bergman movies
But, as everything falls apart
They drop a break and my lines manage to evoke emotions

My songs are the last refuge
For this Quixote prisoner of jubilation, misfortune
Afraid of such an uncertain future
And many wanted to declare us dead

Sorry, The Corn Boys are back
Celebrate it like a last-minute goal

My name is life and I got hurt
Let their bars, their bars fall
Chains, wires, borders, borders
My blood is a flag

I carry my people, my voice, and my land
I carry, I carry my land
I carry, I carry my land

I woke up with more questions than answers
How can the head walk without legs?
Songs with consciousness are no longer enough
Nor do books calm this deep sorrow

I carry the impatience of a child seeking to cross borders
Against the madness of prisons in Texas
Where the slogans sung by Fuerza remained
Fist of freedom, they seem like dead phrases

Fascism rising, humanity falling
Mediterranean, you weep and the walls anchor
But hope is not traded, it advances
Rise up, life, justice reaches us

My name is life and I got hurt
Let their bars, their bars fall
Chains, wires, borders, borders
My blood is a flag

I carry my people, my voice, and my land
I carry, I carry my land
I carry, I carry my land