Y La Nave Va

White smoke, lost its charm
Traveling in a fleeting time
The wind bites over the veins
Tears without weight fall
I'm running on the road
What asphalt when I start driving
They hit the potholes, they break the wheels
Calmly I'm going to speed Up

And I think in not returning
And I think in not returning

I take flight, not very high
Only to see better
Those backs with broken wings
With feathers of excuses hair
And that landscape was left in the bathroom
Eyelashes shine the medicine cabinet
And from the car I extend my arm
And the Moon sits on my side

And I think in not returning
And I think in not returning

In the Sun
I was your help