Nubes Blancas

I always get up on the right foot
Between the clouds, space, and time
To start the journey, a well-made cigarette
I go out, light it up, and enjoy the rest
I got up, always believing that I would make it
And with my hands in the air, I shouted loudly

God, give me hope to keep standing
I crossed the white clouds and the dark path
The devil knows best, and I had to see that
There's only one life, so we have to give it our all

Okay
Rancho Humilde, old folks
Hey, tell me Crisor
And raise the CT flag

I started burning a long time ago
A tape of everything I was going to achieve
I collected my goals, desires, everything
And without realizing it, I shut many mouths
And I will never back down, for work and enjoyment
I always do what I want and have a great time

I got up, always believing that I would make it
And with my hands in the air, I shouted loudly

God, give me hope to keep standing