Trenes Sin Destino
Los Limones
Trains Without Destination
A subway station, a half-played guitar today
A reason on the ground, some coins someone left behind
Voices clashing, a lament between us,
Making up some song.
Sunless streets, new neighborhoods, pieces of sky on a counter.
To pay without cash the price of any dream,
Far from the sea, silence is always the same, nothing's real
And everything's true.
On trains without destination, the paths converge
That lead to the heart (repeat).
To start, a corner, way above friendship
To end, a goodbye, I live on the street, you’ll see me.
Without direction, the decision isn’t set to meet up another
Time.
On trains without destination, the paths converge
That lead to the heart (repeat).
