Final

Everything was so easy in that city
You walked by the corner, alone, without looking
The Glingons corner the loser
Shots and chases on TV
In Uruguay or in hell
anywhere is the same
Don't talk about Bosnia and Rwanda
if they shoot to kill on your street corner
The trap has been set for a long time
there are no rules when they start and go for it
In Uruguay or in hell
anywhere is the same
The neighborhood is deserted
dogs, smoke, and silence
after time passes
there are no tears for you
Flags of hell
won't save their dead
after time passes
there are no songs for you
A few months go by and nothing happens
work, drugs, soccer, cumbia, rock and roll
The just one is not the one who shouts the loudest
the just one is silent and asks what happened
In Uruguay or in hell
anywhere is the same