Mala Suerte
Los Bunkers
Bad Luck
A word to the wise is enough
Even when it is not necessary
I didn't make it through this winter because of the government
I didn't tell you, thousands of times until today
It seems that it will be better
Killing each other
It will be much better
Killing each other
And I don't know why, I'm like this
Bad luck is already part of me
And I feel like I once said
Things are never as they seem
And I don't know why you follow me wherever I go
You spend all your time here asking for some favor
If you saw how hard it is to be happy
There is nothing left to do here
