Botellas Rotas

It's not time yet to stop walking
hitting the avenues, falling asleep in a bar
my eyes hide from the sun
they don't want to see my dirty coat of tobacco and scrapes
lots of beer, my friends are not here
what does the night wind hold for me today
some girl or the urge to fight
broken bottles that don't ease the pain of a blow

When I return, I start to think
I'm well dressed for the early morning
if you're armed, you won't find me
the alleys pass behind me

lots of beer, my friends are not here
what does the night wind prepare for me today
some girl or the urge to fight
broken bottles that don't ease the pain of a blow