De Ida Y Vuelta
Pecho e' Fierro
Round Trip
The one-way ticket, the farewell, the plane
Lucid innocence, the best of the worst
Crazy ambiguity burns the heart
Believing excuses to not return
The lefty always firm, attached here in the south
Some days desolate nights under the sun
And others of bitter complacency
The last one the best, best of the worst
San Jose in my memories I carry you but voiceless
And the infinite silver, to say I'm leaving
With earthy singing your cloak calling me
From the inside I come to say I'm leaving
