Hasta Estallar

I hide in the shadows
that can be good friends.
I peek into the days climbing the pain.
I am about to pay the price
of a game that ruins,
tired pirate on a ship
that starts to leak.
I'm going to look for the smell
of the world we lost,
I have plenty of nights to escape.
I know those scoundrel faces
just shaved.
I spy on the rats changing their skin.
When the rain starts to wet
too many will drown,
so many cowardly souls drying in the sun.
And I'm going to look for the smell
of the world we lost...
I bet on Don Quixote even if he limps.
I toast to guys without masks
I embrace the rage of the defeated
who cross the darkness without maps.
Until exploding.
Until exploding.