Por salir corriendo

Don't say no,
you're not waiting at any station.
Going from here to there
wet street, face without a name.
The humiliated, the disinherited
live better after death
that's why the shadow of the crow
calls at their door with just one finger.
That weird guy defends fear.
So without the rules of the game
when the challenge is lost
you can realize that it never
gets old or changes its mind.

No one avoids the beating
by running away.
You might think it's a lie,
everything happens far away.
No one avoids the beating
by running away.
You might think it's a lie.

A shoe sole
is what's a little further down
and you don't need anything else.

No one avoids the beating
by running away.
You might think it's a lie.

Wake up and wake up, wake up...