Hay que volver
Celtas Cortos
We must return
How time has passed, and it has suited you so well
Now we must get up, now we must return...
To sing words that are not made of paper,
Remember who we were and who we want to be
Tell me, why do you get mad at me without doing anything,
In which hand do you hide that dagger,
With which you stab me so much, if it's worth nothing
Tell me, where in your body are you consumed by jealousy,
Tell me in what mental mess you are involved,
What are the lies that don't let you see
Look, whoever buys you,
Whoever puts up with you, with an elegant patience
That's what you need to have with you, kid
That's what you need to have
A threat of smoke flies through your head,
I take advantage and disappear before you see me...
On the street it's free - luckily for everyone -
The air to breathe
