Sin Hilo
Las Pelotas
No Thread
It seems that
You can't see anymore
Neither the white nor the black
Nor what’s happening to you
And you think you’re living better
Thanks to a watch
What time do you want to know?
Because it doesn’t even have a hand
In what they say
They’re always right
Collectors of newspapers
And those you see on TV
But let them sleep with their information
I just need to know how I am
I just need to know what they want
How I am!
Where am I going?
How I am?
Where am I going?
It seems that
I can’t see anymore
Neither the white nor the black
Nor what’s happening to me
And to think that it’s not all that bad
Still, I can’t look
At a damn sunrise
I’m still on this road
A sign: No stopping allowed
I don’t want to be just another one
Who can’t turn back
That’s why no, no, no, no
I don’t want to arrive
From there, there’s no way out
Like the same death
Where am I going?
How I am!
Where am I going?
How, how, how, how am I!
