Suerte

The sirens sing from the sea of Galicia and Portugal
Missiles fall like stars over Afghanistan
At tower 5, the cops don't stop, you can sit down to think
And if things are going well in your neighborhood today, you have something to eat.

Good morning my life as I think about how I got here
One night you hugged me, I kissed you, we didn't sleep or suffer anymore
Maybe it was our reward for not running away
Or the punishment for not knowing how to escape
I keep looking for you like a sick person for the remedy
Like the beginning to the end

The luck of finding you someday
And feeling that there is a solution for almost everything
Seeing you and celebrating that I still have purity
Without sadness in my heart

Don Osvaldo plays, I carry it tattooed behind my heart
He protects my back from those who want to govern my reason
In good fortune more attentive than ever
In bad luck, you will learn what you're made of
If the photo is in good times, everyone looks for it
In bad times, at most you and two more.

The luck of finding you someday
And feeling that there is a solution for almost everything
Seeing you and celebrating that I still have purity
Without sadness in my heart.

Work for the poor in this part of the world
The luck of being born and if you don't steal or sell
Run until death
The sirens sing by tower 5, falling like stars.