El Ciclista

Wind at his back
Desperate to reach the horizon he never understood
With the wind at his back
He regains his memory, loses faith

Scrutinizing animal
With the road set in its own way
He already forgot when he left
And the competitors are now family

Look ahead, the goal is a tasteless piece of bread
The end of shortcuts, and the whole body starts to fail
And to lie
Go back, words to the fan,
He wasn't
Look ahead and the goal moved further away from him

Look ahead, there's nothing but the distance to pleasure
Of winning
And one knows it and the body starts to fail,
And to lie
Go back, that never, before levitating
Always forward, and the road turns into a big hospital

And that's how it is, triumph for the disease
And there's a plan, rolling down the stairs

Always forward, his breed that won't tolerate failure
Final stages, suddenly the body starts to fail,
And to lie
Go back, go back twenty spaces, thirty spaces
Close the curtains, the game will start again