Ruedas de Metal

Towards the hills,
from the darkness,
my carriage moves,
its metal wheels.

A different place,
I have to find out,
if it truly exists,
or if I imagined it.

We the kings,
of this heavy rock,
are alert,
for any situation.

Here there are no stations,
of communication,
and it's a little difficult,
to intercept the sun.

Its metal wheels,
towards the darkness,
its metal wheels,
my carriage moves...

Everything I have,
I'm not going to give it to you,
but we'll share,
at least half of it.