La Isla Era Un Camalote
Buenos Muchachos
The Island Was a Driftwood
The fish swimming today seeks the shore
He seeks to finish
But he doesn't want to be just a fish
He wants to feed
Swimming a plan that destiny puts together for you
And fear a great ending
But he speaks and does not see what he weighs
It's cold and I didn't finish
Hey fish I tell you that destiny never
It shows us where you are
Only your steps clear the way
And there I can accompany you
Hey fish I want you right there when I hate you
Better to leave
Because meat doesn't stop bullets, meat!
It's cold and I didn't finish
I get on the boat to float
Afraid of calm
Camalote Island sank
Plumb line fault
Peace Cemetery
Today you don't see
What you do
There is never cold in the poetry of death
Today you don't see
What you do
There is never cold in the poetry of death
If you leave
To your altar
Never crush water hyacinth hearts
Never crush water hyacinth hearts
Never crush water hyacinth hearts
Never crush water hyacinth hearts
Ah, ah!
