Suerte

The sirens of the sea of Galicia and Portugal sing
Descending like stars, the missiles over Afghanistan
At Tower 5, the cops don't stop, you can sit and think
And if things are going well in your neighborhood, today you have something to eat

Good morning, my life
While I think about how I got here
One night you hugged me
I kissed you and we didn't sleep or suffer anymore

It must have been our prize for not running away
Or the punishment for not knowing how to escape
I keep looking for you like a sick person for the remedy
Like a beginning to the end

The luck of finding you someday
And feeling that there is a solution for almost everything
Seeing you and celebrating as well
That I still have purity without sadness in my heart

Don Osvaldo plays, I carry it tattooed behind my heart
He protects my back from those who want to govern my reason
In good fortune more attentive than ever
In bad, you will learn what you are made of

If the photo is in the good times, everyone wants to come out
In the bad times, at most you and two more

The luck of finding you someday
And feeling that there is a solution for almost everything
Seeing you and celebrating as well
That I still have purity without sadness in my heart

Luck of finding you someday
And feeling that there is a solution for almost everything
Seeing you and celebrating as well
That I still have purity without sadness in my heart

The work for the poor in this part of the world
The luck of being born and if you don't steal or sell
To run until death
The work for the poor in this part of the world
The luck of being born and if you don't steal or sell
To run until death

The sirens sing
At Tower 5
Descending like stars