Sin Hilo
Las Pelotas
Without Thread
It seems
That you can no longer see
Neither the white nor the black
Nor what is happening to you
And you think you live better
Thanks to your watch
What time do you want to know?
Because my needles already have
In what they say
They are always right
Newspaper collectors
And those you see on TV
But let them sleep with their information
It's enough to know how I am
How am I?
How am I?
How am I?
How am I?
It seems
That you can no longer see
Neither the white nor the black
Nor what is happening to me
And to think that not everything is going wrong
However, I can't look
At a damn sunrise
I continue on this route
A sign: cannot stop
I don't want to be one more
Who won't be able to return
That's why no no no
I don't want to arrive
There's no way out from there
Like death itself
Where am I going?
How am I?
Where am I going?
How am I?
