Galopa

I come from a low neighborhood
Where the horse became fashionable
And the necessary respect
A walk on every corner
Dealing in the candles
Spoons, lighters, and needles
Give me that paper
The silver paper of the shimo candies
Among bushes, crouching to roll a joint
The secret police hitting gloves
No warning, stabbings, and a raid in the neighborhood and a visa
Kids my age
With dirty faces, walking in a hurry because four smokes give them life
The addiction ages them and makes them sad
Unbridled horses gallop in gray meadows
Burning spoons and lighters without flint
Protests, the neighborhood in a state of war
It hasn't been long since this story
It's a song to the fallen who live in my memory

Gallop, gallop, gallop, run through my veins
And the horse gallops
All day lying on the street, stray dogs with broken souls

It's still fresh
Someone cries because they can't find a vein, a dantesque spectacle
I'm a stray dog without a collar
Ownerless, more than an overdose, I have the cure of sleep
Let the sun rise wherever
Let the white lady take me on another journey and my sorrows disappear
I don't want to step into the slammer
But I have the monkey, I need a fix in my veins
With blackened hands, he consumes the rock
The 80s, the curse of heroin
Happy face wanders looking for his fix
It hasn't been long since this story
It's a song to the fallen who live in my memory

Gallop, gallop, gallop, run through my veins
And the horse gallops
All day lying on the street, stray dogs and the horse gallops

And I can understand that in the 80s
With ignorance, they fell into that substance
But what I can't understand is that at this point
They keep falling, more and more young people
More and more young people
Damn shitty heroin

Gallop, gallop, gallop, run through my veins
And the horse gallops
All day lying on the street, stray dogs and the horse gallops