Callejón sin salida

The wooden car,
goes slowly forward.
I can't find the paper, I'm a wandering rag

Alley, dead end alley,
Alley, dead end alley.
Sad alley, dirty dead end alley
Let's go from here to a quiet place tonight the moon shows its belly.

Suddenly I realize, there's no one following me anymore.
I see something on the wall:

KILLER POLICE

Alley dead end alley
because many times life seems like a damn alley
Alley dead end alley
sad alley dirty dead end alley
Let's go from here to a quiet place tonight the moon shows its belly

Alley alley alley

Alley alley alley

Alley alley alley...