El Trompo
Barricada
The Spinning Top
From going everywhere you end up nowhere
From running so much only smoke comes out of your pores
I suppose you want to break
Wait a moment with me, I'll come back to life right now
From the spins you take, the spinning top falls short
Wind up the string and screw it if no one else fits
The one who invents is the one that matters when everything starts
The one who, when there's mud, rolls up his sleeves and refuses to sink
If it rains, who can wake you up?
For you, your hands were never too many
I leave the back door open for you
Time was so short that it's not time to go crazy
From the spins you take, the spinning top falls short
Wind up the string and screw it if no one else fits
The one who invents is the one that matters when everything ends
The one who, when there's mud, rolls up his sleeves and doesn't want to sink
The world is a small room for those who spin
And the ground is a small mattress
The world is a small room for those who spin
And the ground is a small mattress
Ignite the desire to kiss
Fold your wings, they won't be worth anything
Surely you will fall in love
With the coming and going of what doesn't entertain you
The world is a small room for those who spin
And the ground is a small mattress
The world is a small room for those who spin
And the ground is a small mattress
