Buen viaje

Now walk and in this immense mass of iron and galvanized iron
We go back to another line of our lives.
The workshop, the class, the verse, the bread, the little business, and the office were completed
The stop, end and beginning, announces an exchange of glances.
The air that is scared shall not enter through the window.
Smoking our skin, while another wallet is dying bled out.

Come on, ma'am, sit here,
Your age is not up to enduring this hustle and bustle.
Make an effort to resist
So much genital that is at the level of your nose.

It's six in the evening, the light falls wounded
A belly that I fancy is the metrobus
A typical national ajiaco
A little too salty.
We are a very hardworking crowd
Blessed by our sweat
Let panic and bad mood not spread
Let's go with a little bit of God's grace.
It's six in the evening, the light falls,
Coins mark the rush
If I gave you another breeze
If I gave you another breeze
If I gave you another breeze
Bon voyage.
If I gave you another breeze
Bon voyage.

Close the door, open it again,
Time is more than enough and I have to die
Make an effort to resist
So much genital that is at my nose level.
It's six in the evening, the light falls wounded

A belly that I fancy is the metrobus
A typical national ajiaco
A little too salty.
We are a very hardworking crowd
Blessed by our sweat
Let panic and bad mood not spread
Let's go with a little bit of God's grace.
It's six in the evening, the light falls,
Coins mark the rush
If I gave you another breeze
If I gave you another breeze
If I gave you another breeze
Bon voyage.
If I gave you another breeze
Bon voyage.