Buena Suerte
Buitres
Good Luck
here you see me
The coin of three
Kicking the sky that fell in the alley
The situation
Facing the storm
Bank the stale gesture
Curda, just
Ten thousand stones of sweat
I didn't scratch the bones on the wall
There was no final shot
Long drink and fight
Good luck to you (oh, oh, oh)
And see you always! (Oh oh oh)
And it's not bad
Everyone has their own hell
Crazy ball that doesn't stop jumping
In this cloth there are more than thirty-six
There are golds, clubs, cups, dreams in orsay
The summer ended
It's a lie that one slip kills you
When it's your turn to play
Slowly it's not a waltz
Good luck to you (oh, oh, oh)
And see you always! (Oh oh oh)
