El Norte Está Lleno De Frío

A wave of flesh on the beach,
a stain of blood on the face.
Your dad had eight kids,
and all eight grew up twisted.
On the street, cars are burning,
the bystanders are having fun.

The north is full of cold,
and it always rains on Sunday.
The cops are in danger,
and there are always arrests.

A wave of flesh on the beach,
a stain of blood on the face.
There are lots of rubber balls,
I'm going out to play in the street.
A case in the emergency court,
a stain of blood on the face.

The north is full of cold...