Vidala Pa' Que Sigas

There's a white guy who buys from us,
There's a local who sells to us.
Free pass for my buddies,
Behind the shadow, death.

I have a tree of hopes,
That won't let go of my hand.
I'm planting a path,
So the kids can thrive.

It's a shame that without knowing where,
He travels with the man he used to be.
Because death is a lie,
And life itself is my wound.

Nights and nights on the roads,
And in your gaze, sadly,
Always the same roads,
In front of nobody's gaze.

I'm not afraid to die, I stand up to life.
Wounds don't heal with so much wine on top.
I'm spreading this pain that brings joy.
Heroes were born in my suicidal youth.
To stay awake.

Nights and nights on the roads,
And in your gaze, sadly,
Always the same roads,
In front of nobody's gaze.

I'm not afraid to die, I stand up to life.
Wounds don't heal with so much wine on top.
Realizing when something is more than everything.
I keep pushing on.
Ballading for you to keep going.
There's a white guy who buys from us,
There's a local who sells to us,
Free pass for my buddies,
Behind the shadow, death.

A heart of bamboo,
Wait, let's not get tired.
Whoever doesn't cling to life,
Doesn't know what fear is.

I have a tree of hope,
That won't let go of my hand.
I'm planting a path,
So the kids can thrive.