Rehén
Callejeros
Hostage
See her again
Even if just once
And not in a dream
Or when I smoke without disgust
Let the fools
Stop calling me Fontanet
Instead of Santos Fontanet
May my double chin not grow anymore
May the opportunists end
The idiots, the hunger
Or this politics
Which is more or less the same
And no longer holds
The message is for God
We take Saint Peter
From the door of your heaven
And we won't release or kill him
We just got tired
Of praying for miracles
A couple more centimeters
A real minute of happiness
To see your children grow
As if they were mine
Explain to me what happened to my life
That I feel so old already
There is no greater truth
Than looking at oneself
See her again
Even if just once
And not in a dream
Or when I smoke without disgust
May the voice of the people
Be more powerful than that of the media
Let those who get angry do it without charging
May the opportunists end
The idiots, death
Or these politicians
Who are more or less the same
And no longer holds
We take both
Saint Peter and the one who charges
The tolls at the gate of this hell
And we won't release or kill him
We just got tired
Of demanding miracles
A couple more centimeters
A real minute of happiness
To see your children grow as if they were mine
Explain to me what happened to my life
That I feel so old already
There is no greater truth
Than looking at oneself
The message for God
We take Saint Peter
From the door of your heaven
And we won't release or kill him
We just got tired
Of crying for miracles
A couple more centimeters
A real minute of happiness
