Onda Fria

I dreamed that I was
Some kind of free spirit
Capable of coexisting
With the non-existence of truth
And could tell

Some way to unveil
The self-proclaimed blindness
'Cause those who see as
If the world were simple
Can't see anything

The cold wave through
An hot vehicle
Full of new intentions
Trivializing all values
And convictions

An irony implicit
In a youthful spirit
And bitter to live
Which aims to reduce
Morality to pieces
And will do so 'cause

The only constant is to change
The only constant is to change
The only constant is to change
The only constant is to change