Lobo Solitario

When the soul is unmanageable,
Just need to look under the moon's neckline,
My soul is one of those

And I still remain faithful
To the moon of the wanderers,
And I still follow the madness
Chasing hooded girls,
Not to shoot the heart
Second after second,
And it's the dawn that decides
The change of my path.
Following my trail, one or two
Hunter boyfriends,
And I'm not afraid of fear,
If the breath is already lost,
I've lost it already.
Lone wolf
Of droughts in the heart,
I have buried pellets
In the soul that make me howl,
Lone wolf
Of droughts in the heart,
When will you learn that madness
Is not freedom.
Still being honest, I'm not a gentle wolf I confess,
And on more than one occasion I jumped
Trying to nibble at the moon,
I have no choice but to embark
On my path of memories,
And I'm willing to continue
Captivated by the adventure.
I have no destination, I forgot it
In the last train car,
And I seek a solitary one
To put an end to my trotting, to my trotting.
Lone wolf
Of droughts in the heart,
I have buried pellets
In the soul that make me howl,
Lone wolf
Of droughts in the heart,
When will you learn that madness
Is not freedom.
Lone wolf
Of droughts in the heart,
I have buried pellets
In the soul that make me howl,
Howl, howl, howl.