Lentas Nubes de Fuego
Margarita Siempre Viva
Slow Clouds of Fire
Time passes, you're in me
You've smoked everything around here
Set me on fire, darling
Set me on fire
Until my tone tends to gray
(Towards, the hill or the detour, the detour)
Like the clouds of our encounter
Anywhere or in Medellín
Like the clouds of our encounter
Anywhere or in Medellín
Like the clouds
Like the clouds
