Puta

I turn my face once again
the street shows you what you don't understand
everyone screams and cries, I'll buy you a better life
I come out of all this chaos
we look like wolves from the Yabram mountain
you tell me there's hunger, baby
to see from your carriage
And as I look into your eyes and the shiny shell
it seems like it's you kissing my feet
Ships lying deserted
I can predict there's some movement
cold rocks are shot, hidden salt in the wind
Bitch, that fire burns in the skin
bitch, that fire burns in the skin
there's hunger, baby, you can see it from your carriage
I see your shadow and it can't be trusted.