Hora de Compartir

There's always a guy behind the line, just to cross it in time.
The corner cafe charges an hour or two on time.
And if the day ends, it's colder,
If it starts, everything heats up,
In the kitchen, bugs won't leave me alone
And they want more of my food.

There's always a lady on the corner
Of the house of old things,
I'm cold, my voice stops me,
And earlier I want to wake up,
One more carrot juice,
A liter of beer in my head,
In the kitchen, the refrigerator starts to make noise...

It's time to share lunch,
It's time to breathe, walk
Throwing red stones into the river.

There's always a lady on the corner
In the house of old things...

It's time to share lunch,
It's time to breathe, walk
Throwing red stones into the river.
It's time to find out if I want to cross
The line that's always everywhere, everywhere...