Sin Sombrero
Estopa
No Hat
No hat, without putting on any fancy suit
He showed up in the same sky
He just wanted to make sure
That not everything is hell
And he ended up crossing a threshold
From which he never returned
He never had anything to lose
So no one was surprised
And he never looked back
Prisoner
In the end, it turned out to be a jail made of ice blocks
Where no one feels like escaping, where everything is so perfect
A warm embrace, a special southern wind
The closest thing to feeling love out of necessity
So there he stayed
But his early morning scream still echoes
When the songs of dreamers are heard
Opening wide all the windows
Throwing all our firewood into the fire
I believe he left because he felt like it
His life was a true tragicomedy
But still, I wonder every morning
What would have been if he hadn't?
No hat, without putting on any fancy suit
He showed up in the same sky
Prisoner
No hat
Prisoner
No hat
Prisoner
