Con Un Par
Barricada
With Guts
The only weapon you’ve ever used is to face it head-on with a pair of balls
You’ve been carving out your life, pushing forward with your hands
Don’t let those kisses be missing just before dawn
When the nightmares want to bite your bed
May the smoke of reality not touch your window
May your moon still be untouched
It’s hard for you to pretend, you don’t like shortcuts
Because you get there much sooner to sink into the mud
But look how many people are by your side
To run wherever you say, barefoot
May the smoke of reality not touch your window
May your moon still be untouched
And in your body, the night reflects clearly
No one breaks the joy that you spread
And in your body, the night reflects clearly
No one breaks the joy that you spread
And there are paths left to walk, it shows on your face
A bag full of dreams and a lot of desire
To wear life like a second skin, and underneath, as always, nothing
You don’t want to hide any aces up your sleeve
And in your body, the night reflects clearly
No one breaks the joy that you spread
And in your body, the night reflects clearly
No one breaks the joy that you spread
