Y la nave va
Buenos Muchachos
And the ship sails on
White smoke lost its
Charm
Traveling in fleeting time.
The wind bites on the veins
Tears fall weightlessly.
I run down the road
That asphalt when I start to
Move
The potholes hit, the wheels
Get screwed
I'll accelerate calmly.
And I think about not coming back
I take flight not too high
Just to see better
Those backs with broken wings
With feathers of excuses
And that landscape remained
In the bathroom
Eyelashes shine first aid kit
And from the car I reach out
My arm
And the moon sits by my side.
And I think about not coming back
And I think about not coming back
In the sun
