Salimos De Aquí

We crawled out of a crack

from a nearby street

since then we’ve been sleeping

tossing and turning in bed

We escaped from the piece of heaven

that rots the apples...

We broke free from the dance, the bottle

and the deck of cards...

We woke up from a dream,

a dream of salty water...

We came out of the Anvil and the rivers

and from the Fight and the hash

and from the fanaticism for the teams

and for the church and for the cash...