El Camino
La Maravillosa Orquesta Del Alcohol
The Path
How much of us stays on the path?
I spit on the pain and still it doesn't go away
I tear out the daggers I gave you
It won't stop
Drinking with strangers, starting to believe again
The hands smile at us if everything goes well
The same hands that were suffocating me
If I made a mistake
I won't stop
The cinemas have closed and I don't know where to go
I chase the innocence with which I was born
The rye no longer has anyone to guard it
They don't sow it, they don't take care of it
It hits like a symbol to discover
In its fair and cruel course
Feverish lightning, victory is impossible
And yet
It won't stop until the horizon breaks
In a silver instant
And you can see the sea opening
It won't be too late for me
It won't be too late for me
It won't be too late for me
I won't stop
