Caballito De Hierro

```Buenos Aires wakes up when the sun hasn't risen yet
and the morning is the executioner of my hours of brilliant passion.
Under the wheels of that beast, the iron pony died,
it writhed on the asphalt with my heart.
Navigating a paradise of love or a hell of madness,
and knowing the risks, I insist on playing that you are part of me.
No beginner thief took you away from my side,
and my princess made me a prince riding with elegant stride,
and from a distance today I feel fear for what I love so,
like not getting attached to avoid suffering```