Sed Viña
Los Piojos
Thirsty Vine
Thirsty vine, from a tree thrown in the middle of any city
The wind spins, gets tired or follows freedom
As far as the high seas, seeing birds fly in time
The sweet progress, the forest fire
Anger wins me over, fading flowers
Calling to the future, connector of scents
Chewing and trying and losing my soul
I leave it and don't know where
The thrill of feeling sorrows
It's your love, running through my veins
The thrill of feeling sorrows
It's your love running here in my blood
The thrill
Thirsty vine
