El Camino Del Deshielo
La Renga
The Thaw Path
We go for a ride in my ugly car
to my skull I have a thunder
that rumbles non-stop
a thunder of mountain and black sky
and a cracked road of the same cold
that invited me to the feast
that invited me to the feast
that invited me to the feast
that invited me to the feast
in dad's car we're not going for a ride.
And I go down a thousand on the thaw path
without lights and without brakes, by my side the precipice
by my side the precipice
by my side the precipice
And I go down a thousand...
And nothing matters anymore
I have a lightning bolt in my skull
that splits me in two
a lightning bolt of mountain and black sky
and a cracked road of the same cold
that invited me to the feast
that invited me to the feast
that invited me to the feast
that invited me to the feast
in dad's car we're going for a ride.
And I go down a thousand...
