39 Grados
Quique González
39 Degrees
No matter how far you go
no matter where you come from
you will find when you return
mailboxes full of ads
Don't wait for the tide
in a room without shadows
Another summer of thin newspapers
and chain murders
Guys jumping on the news
tired of being reserves
The moon spills on Saturdays
like beer foam
And the city in August is a closed kiosk
a cemetery of abandoned cars
No one dares to go out
It's time to show neighborhood pride
but the street is boiling at 39 degrees
No one dares to go out
No matter how far you go
no matter if you don't say goodbye
a lolita escaped from home
they have no clue
there are people who leave no trace
to disappear from sight
