Todos Mis Amigos Están Tristes
Arde Bogotá
All My Friends Are Sad
Like that group of elephants that wakes up defiant
Among the bullets, the poachers, the alligators, and the river
Like that trap they call destiny
Like my desire to fight
Like that unleashed mob that walks masked
Through the streets, the bars, the looks, and the cold
Like this weight that now advances with me
Like my desire to scream
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
Like that last-minute blow we were given as a souvenir
And that we buried among asphalt, disappointments, and oblivion
Like this anger that wants to make noise
Like my desire to explode
Like the nights we spent remembering without speaking
And that now weigh on us like cast iron
Like so much to regret
That today I have come to avenge
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
And when all my friends are sad
They all want to fight, they want to fight
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
And when all my friends are sad
They all want to fight, they want to fight
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
And when all my friends are sad
They all want to fight, they want to fight
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
And when all my friends are sad
They all want to fight, they want to scream
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All my friends are sad
All, all my friends
All, all, all
