Y La Nave Va
Buenos Muchachos
And The Ship Goes
White smoke lost its charm
Traveling in fleeting time
The wind stings through the veins
Weightless tears fall
I'm running down the road
What asphalt when I start walking
They hit the potholes, they fuck up the wheels
I'm going to speed up calmly
And I think about not coming back
And I think about not coming back
I take flight not very high
Just to see better
Those backs with broken wings
With feathers of hair of excuses
And that landscape remained in the bathroom
Eyelashes shine medicine cabinet
And from the car I extend my arm
And the moon sits on my side
And I think about not coming back
And I think about not coming back
In the Sun
I was your help
