Los Hijos de Johnny Cash

This is the last attempt,
I almost feel it, you carry it inside
Everything you will never be.
I am no longer one of yours, nor of ours,
You sell advice that I won't be able to afford.
They are different, they are honest
Even if they don't have food to eat.
They are the sons of Johnny Cash,
Traveling with the wind.
Sons of Johnny Cash,
They will die trying to leave the city.
Don't waste your life, look at mine,
All falls, no one waits for you at the station.
I prefer lost nights, x-rays of the drink,
Records scattered around the living room.
They are the forgotten children,
Open your eyes wide if you see them coming.
They are the sons of Johnny Cash,
Traveling with the wind.
Sons of Johnny Cash,
They will die trying to leave the city.
Sons of Johnny Cash,
Traveling with the wind.
Sons of Johnny Cash,
They will die trying.
They are the sons of Johnny Cash,
Traveling with the wind and no one can stop them.