Autopista
Loquillo Y Los Trogloditas
Highway
My life begins there
where a film ends
with James Dean's corpse.
The dead on the shoulder
don't matter to the one
who was born to run.
Light
of crossing.
Put the distance before me.
There's always a place to go,
on the highway.
When they forbid going out at night
and a old youthful instinct grows in you.
If you have already decided
to never ask for mercy
just justice for yourself.
Gas
full throttle.
Look for the thousandth kilometer
There's always a place to go
on the highway.
And if around you
slaves to the clock
there's no one who wants to hear you.
And if where you are
under the city's time
and everything darkens for you.
Light
of crossing
Put the distance before you.
Look for the thousandth kilometer
on the highway.
