Se Fue (feat. Santa Fe Klan)

Listen out of pity, damn reality
Let it flow in one go
He doesn't want to cry, he doesn't want to know more about this life
Help him
It's not his destiny, he doesn't value his life
Damn street that has him, devours him
They are sensations that make your heart ache
His mother cries, his mother cries

Damn poverty, I don't know where it will end
Because he doesn't stop, he doesn't want, he doesn't let himself be helped
His family abandoned him, didn't want to fight
Only his mother cries for him and doesn't see him wander
Fly, fly, he's looking for a way out
He carries the guilt and it's so painful
He just wants to feel on top
The vagabond dies, he has no life

He left, he left, his flight didn't land
He doesn't even remember who he is
Maybe, maybe it was for love and pain
That he got lost among drugs and alcohol
Yesterday, yesterday I saw a woman crying
It was his mother who doesn't know about him
Wandering they see him, without control or fear
Breathing from a bag of glue

He went out to the street, he disappeared
His family lost him, didn't even notice
At night wandering, looking for his dose
He has even forgotten his name, his mother is crying
Wondering when the day he returns will be
Maybe it was the sadness or maybe it was the poverty, what do I know
His lost innocence walks aimlessly, looking for a way out
Suffering from hunger and the cold night
His sister still sees her crying

Tears and pain from his family
Automatically feels that panic is killing him
It's logical that he doesn't land due to so much toxic poison
Thinner and with a blank mind
Drugged on the floor, lying in a bad state, intoxicated
His wounds have not healed
When will he return, where will he be
When will he come back, when will he return
When will it be, when will it be, when will it be

Flying he left, he left, he left, his flight didn't land
He doesn't even remember who he is
Maybe, maybe it was for love and pain
That he got lost among drugs and alcohol
Yesterday, yesterday I saw a woman crying
It was his mother who doesn't know about him
Wandering they see him, without control or fear
Breathing from a bag of glue