Piratas

I'm looking for an open bar
A woman in every port
She tells me I'm the best and I agree
Because I feel she's right

Full moon raises the tide
Keeping the ship afloat is a tough task
It's a hoarse throat that sings
This pirate song if a thousand souls sing along

Hey!, raise the anchors, hoist the sails
No white flag, swords, skulls
One hand on the helm
And a bottle of rum on the wooden floor

And the treasure I want is not copper
Only the gold of those who have more
Because despite everything we are honest men
We don't touch women, nor steal from the poor

Cold nights like forged steel
Below zero and the air rarefied
Blood has stained my fingers
I'm hooked on this outlaw life

Because the pirate life is the best life
Around the world without a defined course
No compass, no map of the lost treasure
Smoke rises from the cannon

The pirate life is the best life
Around the world without a defined course
No compass, no map of the lost treasure
Only scars in the heart

The city sleeps, candles are lit
Seeing the movement of their hips
Bottles and full moons
Drifting all night

Sleeping at odd hours, drinking too much
Background, doubling the bet
Spitting at the world, breaking the rules
The glass slipper of Cinderella

Siren songs, silver coins
Taking risks or running away
Filling the coffers and heading home
Or blowing up the Palace's bar cabinet, we are pirates

All life against all odds
I don't believe anything my eyes don't see
Smoking, looking at the neighborhood from the rooftop
Thinking whether to jump or stay to give them hell

Full speed ahead
My homeland is my brothers, my park my sidewalk
You were the calm before the storm
Like one who crosses himself knowing he's going to war

It's been a while since I let go of the helm
Adrift with a bottle of rum, with a bottle of rum
It's been a while since I let go of the helm
Adrift with a bottle of rum
I'm going for the million, I'm going for the million