En Busca Del Fuego

Ciudad Jara Ciudad Jara

In Search of Fire

I have not been that backpacker traveler
But I keep in memory excursions, palpitations
And a mouth that hid a ladder
I have not flown through the skies of money
But I keep in memory the riches and magic
Of the palace in which you made me live
I have not been a hedonist and I don't speak languages
But in your embrace I knew the greatness of a homeland
I was an army waving your flag
I have not lived in Paris nor in Rome
But I discovered lips like a museum
And the desire to die here made you a traveler
There was a glass in your skin that cuts lives
I have the wound of the castaway who
Spends days in search of fire
That gives the game of wanting
There was a glass in your skin that cuts lives
I have the wound of the castaway who
Spends days in search of fire
There was a glass in your skin that cuts lives
I have the wound of the castaway who
Spends days in search of fire
That gives the game of wanting
That cuts lives
I have the wound of the castaway who
Spends days in search of fire
That gives the game of wanting

  1. Donde Nace El Infarto
  2. En Busca Del Fuego
  3. Cerezas y Azahar
  4. Adiós
  5. Bailé
  6. Las Nenas de Jara (part. Rozalén)
  7. Ultramar
  8. Las Manos (part. La Vela Puerca, Colectivo Panamera, ZOO, TéCanela)
  9. Si Perdemos Te Pierdo
  10. La Canción Del Pensador
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