Al Puerto

Suddenly bursts, the peace of the morning, problems burst in my mind, in my face.
I better go to the port for a couple of days and get lost, a couple of days I explode to improve my dark heart, my dark heart. When the everyday turns into a terrible hell, we realize we are victims of a sick world, two dead people smiling.
With what fragility harmony and understanding break, with screams and sharp insults and the most irritated ulcers, and in the bottle I reflect and I go further away each time, horrible are the bills that take all my income, it's a shame to see you so neurotic and violent, I go further away each time, when the everyday turns into a hell. I better go to the port for a couple of days and get lost, a couple of days I explode, a couple of days I explode to improve my dark heart, my dark heart.