Nos Tenemos Que Ir

We have to go because in the neighborhood
There's a crook who looks just like me
And the cop's got it out for me
Even though it’s known I didn’t do a thing, he’s watching me.
I play it cool but it’s worse because I’ve got a face.

We have to go, because the little Russian
Left me the Fiat that can take a hit
And just in case, I’ve got a train schedule
To pick one of the platforms that’s about to leave
For a little piece of land that wants to be tortured.

We have to go, because in the city
If you think about it, nothing ties us down.
Not your job at the toll booth, locked up
Nor my old lady who’s buried
And before she died she told me
"You create your own destiny, don’t deny yourself anything."

We have to go and let out
Our thirsty pack.
To gulp down asphalt like beer
And to decipher the song
That the little birds draw on the wire.

We have to go, set our course
In the dust or whatever it’s called.
Because if I press my ear to your belly
I hear a voice that softly tells me
"We have to go, I don’t want to be born between
The pavement and the dawn."

We have to go to intoxicate our blood
With that northern wind
For the mosquitoes that are waiting for us.
And to decipher the song
That the little birds draw on the wire.

To sing the song
That the little birds draw on the wire.