Caballo de Atila

Even if these shoes of life squeeze me tight
No matter how many problems come charging in
Even if they try to bring me down
My soul's already raw and exposed

I see death so clearly in my eyes
And all I carry are stones in this backpack
No grass grows where I walk
I'm like Atila's horse

I don't like what I see, anyone can sell you today
The streets aren't what they used to be
Like vultures, they're just waiting
That's why so few are out there with me

They're the first ones chasing after fantasies
Then they see the bull from the sidelines
They hide in their burrows
And they're like termites without any wood

I keep on my path, steering clear of evil
Fighting for my own, searching for my peace
Many nights lost in the middle of a storm
So few are left with me, the real ones

And now I know more from age than from sin
What are you gonna tell a blind man about miracles?
I feel comfortable stuck in the mud
So don’t put a wild horse in a stable

Betrayal and loyalty are separated by a thin thread
Those who were with me betrayed me more
That's why I live without fear of the enemy
I've been through so much pain that I don't even tire anymore

I stay quiet and make double the noise
Like Falcao, decisive in the game
Maybe touched, but never sunk
I'm sharp on both edges

And even if darkness comes now
The clouds no longer cloud my vision
I've become addicted to pain
My heart is immune

And even if darkness comes now
The clouds no longer cloud my vision
I've become addicted to pain
My heart is immune