En El Fogon
Los Wachiturros
At The Bonfire
The evening falls, I kick
To the wasteland where I hang out with the guys
High on weed
That we kill ourselves
We wake up with red eyes
Because it happens to me
Nobody understands it
That's why in the neighborhood
People point at me,
What they don't know is that my pain
I kill it alone with drugs and alcohol
At the bonfire
That we kill ourselves with the guys
For a while
I only live from your love
And I ask God
To give me a hand
And rescue me from this hell
That I live for her
At the bonfire
That we kill ourselves with the guys
For a while
I only live from your love
And I ask God
To give me a hand
And rescue me from this hell
That I live for her
That I live for her....
