Sur
Los Bunkers
South
We never had much in common
It was always forced, what do you say
I don't need much more
Than what you can think
Just to be able to breathe
Without thinking too much I held on
To the silliest dream I could have
And what's left of the country
I never wanted it like this
We can also run away
And what does it matter, what does it matter, what does it matter if you'll regret it
Life is reflected from the south
It shows thick in this latitude
We convinced ourselves unintentionally
That everything would be fine
No matter why
And what does it matter, what does it matter, what does it matter if you'll regret it
Again, again, there's no ideal place to be born
