Hacia El Norte

It's not time to look back
You'll lose the same games as before
Now they may seem easier, simpler, and more enjoyable

Sweet past, that poisoned candy
That always leaves something between your teeth after chewing
I struggle to differentiate when to fight or move on
Sometimes surrender is the best way to save myself
Sweet sin to deny faith, to pass by
The time to look the other way is over
What was remembered was never real

We will flee forward and no one can tell us
That fleeing is for cowards when we move north
Without caring about anything else
But facing this reality poorer and more tired than before

Dark circles and biting
I feel the pleasure of iron between my flesh
Nothing can distract my agile giant strides
Winged horses have become my blood and mud brothers
Of virgin land and stage
What was not sought was always better

Today will be the last time I turn my neck
To see how I leave behind sand and port
They will never see us again
They will find out when we are already out of their reach

We will flee forward and no one can tell us
That fleeing is for cowards when we move north
Without caring about anything else
But facing this reality

We will flee forward and no one can tell us
That fleeing is for cowards when we move north
Without caring about anything else
But facing this reality poorer and more tired than before