problemas
Trotsky Vengaran
Problems
Night lost in some corner, corner of time
I go out looking for problems, looking for you
I can't find you
And the rain doesn't stop pouring bad moments
The street spits at me miseries and I
I go out looking for problems (I go)
Looking for problems (I go)
Problems (I go)
Looking for problems (I go)
So many closed doors, so much resentment
Resentment
You can't let your guard down even for a single moment
And the rain doesn't stop pouring
Montevideo spits at me and I