El Sonajero

I return to say goodbye
And if you tempt me, I stay
I dance broken inside
They call me the rattle

I walk down the path
And with each step, I stumble
Sewer juices
Slip on my skin

I go up living the dream
It's the triumph of my return
She is waiting for me
And I bring my weight in gold

She is waiting for me
And I bring my weight in gold

I return to say goodbye
And if you tempt me, I stay
I dance broken inside
They call me the rattle

I dance broken inside
They call me the rattle

I walk down memory lane
Of great conquerors
Centuries after their death
Their successors screw us

I go up from hell
Fed up with so many sermons
To escape the fire
I don't need prayers

To escape the fire
I don't need prayers

I return to say goodbye
And if you tempt me, I stay
I dance broken inside
They call me the rattle

I dance broken inside
They call me the rattle

I walk following the path
That others painted bright
Even if my pulse trembles
It's not out of fear, it's out of hunger

I go up half dead
With bleeding wounds
Fruit of the Underworld
Directionless, always migratory

Fruit of the Underworld
Directionless, always migratory

I return to say goodbye
And if you tempt me, I stay
I dance broken inside
They call me the rattle

I dance broken inside
They call me the rattle

The rattle dances
Continues at weddings and funerals
The rattle dances
Continues at weddings and funerals