La Experiencia
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
The Experience
Son of those nights that distill rock and roll
In charangos with two strings
Delirium of the crazy, smile of the few, we imagine knowing
That to be a king, not even Patricio is prepared
The only crown that doesn't weigh has flowers
He warms his life by a fire that consumes and feeds
He doesn't waste time anymore although sometimes he fights with it
Lie of long legs you turned out to be by carelessness
A story that begins is far from being a myth
Will it be the experience that lacks measure?
Constant search to understand the answers of life
And even if the answers are already there
What a pleasure to search in another book of questions
The torture without a leash
It might be that we have to enjoy it all together
Giving a chance to the surprise of turning into certainty
The humility of not burning your head too much
Only sometimes it doesn't betray
He feels more than those who feel a lot
He feels that feeling, feels that it feels bad
And on some occasions if he doesn't adjust his balance
You may carry too much
Will it be the experience that lacks measure
Constant search to understand the answers of life
Will it be the experience, constant search
