Los Lobos
La Maravillosa Orquesta Del Alcohol
The Wolves
In Alaska they hunt wolves
With blood from other wolves
They bury it with knives in the snow
And wait for them to arrive
The wolves are hungry
They start to lick
Drinking and bleeding
Killing themselves unintentionally
That's how man works
With his addictions
It's the mechanism of self-destruction
That has no beginning or end
Dehumanized by those who pull the strings of the
Puppets
I still had hope in you
In the spring and in seeing us laugh
He gave his present to the past to leave us
A future here
You look for yourself among the mannequins
In the shop window that sells lies
Vital, identical, perfect models
They can't buy with money
Everything I feel
We are victims of stimuli
You keep waiting
Smoke slave children
Compadres slaves of the news
That's why we are
Puppets
I still had hope in you
In the spring and in seeing us laugh
He gave his present to the past to leave us
A future here
