Robó Un Auto

Stole a car to move around
Towards the living solitudes
Feeling, very close to that
It was his hottest dream

Taking advantage of the blackout
Of the capital city
And giving up the bitter salts
To never, to never return

He never parked in his luck
That's why they couldn't stop him
Neither the road authorities
Nor the mechanical defects

Only the sky of the pampas saw him
Like a lightning crossing the desert
And to a simple young woman without plans
Escape from a small great hell

They drove their own destinies
Along the path the world avoided
And they could feel their state
Their pattern, their intimate God

Winter couldn't break them
With the lash of its winds
While they built shelter
In the living walls of a hill

Love gave them children at birth
And they thanked the living God
For not remaining prisoners
Of urban habituation

They drove their own destinies
Along the path the world avoided
And they could feel their state
Their pattern, their intimate God