A Toda Velocidad

Hot blood
When it comes to love
Used to loving
Passes by
If the opportunity arises
No one dreams like him.

Lives at full speed
Like a cyclone
Knows that if he falls again
Start over.

The future always
He has compared it
To a booger on the wall
He still cuts himself
When he has to cry
He grits his teeth and runs.

Lives at full speed
Like a cyclone
Knows that if he falls again
Start over.

Dragging his body
Down the street
Like a chain
Of a prisoner
His shadow on the ground
Always close to him
A bottle in hand
Ashes on the sweater.

Lives at full speed...