Míralos
La Renga
Look at them
Look at them in their madness
Trying to be in the crowd
Each sun expresses its fury
In the deserts of disappointment
Like birds about to be
They discard fear letting it grow
The yearning for freedom
Each one carries their soul...
Look at them eating from your hand
Your downfall becomes honey
Sometimes each sun clouds over
In the deserts of the heart
Like birds about to be
They discard fear letting it grow
The yearning for freedom
Each one carries their soul...
Now you see how they become
Following a destiny that is never known
Each sun that guards the sky
Has a desert to shine
