La Vieja Banda
La Maravillosa Orquesta Del Alcohol
The Old Band
Horses run
On the piano keys
And on the hands of the Devil
That press them
You say 'Nobody' and it sounds 'Far'
From the swing to the disdain of the ground to fall
And there's a son who gave being a son to his father for the last time
And losing everything except the fear
Of biting the dust from the ground
Of wanting without wanting to have
I walk from intoxication (woah oh oh oh)
Cruel steed, without collar or owner
Sick of a youth
That was him and you before time
The crows will not take out, no
Eyes of the one who cannot see
There's a son who doubts the power of being a father
Of wanting to be
And losing everything except the fear
Of biting the dust from the ground
Of wanting without wanting to have
And losing everything except the fear
Of biting the dust from the ground
Of wanting
And losing everything except the fear
Of biting the dust from the ground
Of wanting without wanting to have
