Pescado Rabioso

Tired of shouting for Cris,
my mind is hanging like a tree.
Tired of fighting for myself,
tied to my destiny
at the edge of the road I will return.

And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
it's because she knows that
tied to my destiny
her eyes I will eventually forget.

Tired of shouting for Cris,
my mind is hanging like a tree.
Tired of fighting for myself,
tied to my destiny
at the edge of the road I will return.

And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
it's because she knows that
tied to my destiny, her eyes I will eventually forget.

Buzzing in my gray cave,
Cris' voice reaches me and doesn't stop.
Oh, buzzing in my gray cave,
tied to my destiny,
at the edge of the road I will return.