Nada que perder

1st B of a block 3, reddish,
There are sirens that can't swim.
In San Antonio you're always defeated,
People dream of escaping from here.

But it's not so bad,
This gray is not the end
(Yes)

Nothing to lose,
Watch me laugh,
We'll go out again.

In a pool hall you talk about a chalet,
About so many things you won't have.
You're here another April month, throwing
Black stones at a blue indigo sky.

But it's not so bad,
This gray is not the end
(Yes)

Nothing to lose,
Watch me laugh,
We'll go out again.

Tie me to a wall in the neighborhood,
I've thought that I'll stay here.
Sofas of ska and in any bar, looking for
30 meters, overlooking an empty lot.

But it's not so bad,
This gray is not the end.
(Yes)

Nothing to lose,
Watch me laugh,
We'll go out again.
(Repeat x2)