Hay Muy Poca Gente

I would like to be able to spin like a carousel
Or go with the flow and cross the bridge
Of miscommunication and wave from the balcony
Smiling like the artists in the heart magazines

I would like to celebrate and toast for Christmas
Family vacations and prepare them food
A barbecue in the sun and an evening of television
But that's not my style and it's too late to change and

Nothing can harm me with my friends
No one can, nothing can
Words are useless
And I start to think that actually
There are very few people

I would like to continue a millenary saga
But I am part of a spontaneous generation
That defends itself better face to face
In hand-to-hand combat
And time will tell
It's too late to change and

Nothing can harm me with my friends
No one can, nothing can
Words are useless
And I start to think that actually
There are very few people

And we open the doors
Perhaps out of habit
Maybe out of innocent search
And we find each other

Nothing can harm me with my friends
No one can, nothing can
Words are useless
And I start to think that actually
There are very few people