Potra Salvaje (part. Eugenia Quevedo)

LBC
Hey, Quartet!

With my throat full of sand
And with hate, pride, and sorrow
I can't feel free like a hawk

Because whoever sings fills their life
Come on, let’s sing for the time we have left
Let’s be free like the start of a song

I don’t want iron or thirst for revenge
Whoever hates dies, and whoever forgives moves on
I ask the heavens that I can laugh at being who I am

Like a wild filly
That in the waves doesn’t lose its sense
I don’t want reins or shackles
And for the tributes, I wear a dress

I already have six tattoos
Underneath the suit for seven reasons
I’m a wild filly
Traveling to the unknown

Cloud that hides the full moon
Wind that tears the sail from the ship
If I were to go, let me go wholeheartedly

I don’t want iron or thirst for revenge
Whoever hates dies, and whoever forgives moves on
I just want to heal scars and be who I am

Like a wild filly
That in the waves doesn’t lose its sense
I don’t want reins or shackles
And for the tributes, I wear a dress

I already have six tattoos
Underneath the suit for seven reasons
I’m a wild filly

I don’t want iron, or fire, or seeking honey
There’s no thirst for revenge anymore
And if I ever had it one night, it flew with the wind

Like a wild filly
That in the waves doesn’t lose its sense
I don’t want reins or shackles
And for the tributes, I wear a dress

I already have six tattoos
Underneath the suit for seven reasons
I’m a wild filly

From Córdoba to the world, hey
Let’s go!