Ola de Frio

I got lost in the narrowest streets of your big city
Those that smell like sex
And the prostitutes promised
That they would take away all the cold from my body

And tonight, no, I prefer the fire of a bonfire
And tonight, no, there won't be anyone to take away the cold from me

I got lost in the narrowest streets of your big city
Those that smell like vice
And everyone was selling high-quality poison, but I already had

And I searched in the bars for something with your signature
Some dirty sign of those that are put in the bathrooms
And I drank without restraint or knowledge
Until I threw up all the vinegar I had inside