Dos Secas
Callejeros
Two Dry
The cursed poetry for the harmony
The reason to fight for hypocrisy
The herb for the salt, innocence for evil
Madness for thinking, anesthesia for forgetting too much
Some wisdom for crying defeats
I have soapy feet for the tightrope
Vice for chance, rescue for escaping
Fever for spinning, and much more for missing
Blindness to arrive
Two dry ones to laugh
Silliness to love
Epitaphs to live
Another shot for nothing, lead for a life
Almost Social Justice for the police...
The shadow for the light, the gods for believing
The face for the cross, adults only for growing
Blindness to arrive
Two dry ones to laugh
Silliness to love
Epitaphs to live
For blind, for vice, for silly, for alive
For the uncertainty of not being able to see what I long for... ohhooohh
Blindness to arrive
Two dry ones to laugh
Silliness to love
Epitaphs to live.
