Maraca Y Tambor
Diego Cantero
Maraca And Drum
It may be that every time I open my mouth
I end up with a broken wing, but there's so much to say...
It may be that from the same seed
Black angel, elf, gambit, hitler, tamariz
It may be that if I keep in my backpack
The beauty of this life may never be for me
It may be that the years never serve
Just numbers painting the path I followed
I can grab a maraca and drum
Keep silent
I can say goodbye and leave
Or take my time
I can make a virtue of necessity
And rise, I'm dying
Too bad that the heat always melts the ice
Yesterday the tamer's dog
Today the muzzle of a stray
And Murcia ties 2 to 2
And I get ripped off in the mail
It may be that if I keep in my backpack
The beauty of this life may never be for me
It may be that the years never serve
Just numbers painting the path to follow
I can grab a maraca and drum
Keep silent
I can say goodbye and leave
Or take my time
I can make a virtue of necessity
And rise, I'm dying
Too bad that the heat always melts the ice
