En La Espina Dorsal

Let's make the curses run away.
After the general boredom, I'm feeling divine.
No one will be able to stop our oars.
Who needs brakes, you ... come with me.

Let's stop spreading grief,
we are in the backbone of the universe.

No to toads or envious people,
nor to docks in Miami or powerful ones,
designers, advertisers, and bankers,
European tourists and customs officers.

Let's stop spreading grief,
we are in the backbone of the universe,
in the backbone ...
in the backbone ...

Descartes' children and of reason.
Silicone breasts, journalists of the heart.
Protesters of covers and beers ... maybe tomorrow.
Sigmund Freud in confession.

Let's stop spreading grief,
we are in the backbone of the universe,
in the backbone ...
in the backbone ...
in the backbone ...
in the backbone ...