Moratala

I'm going to the neighborhood, all happy that life is smiling at me today
Looking for someone to serve me and guarantee
That a bad peak won't ruin it for me

I walk in the shade, because in the sun the little candies melt
And I like to retain in memory
Those little butts that spin me like a Ferris wheel

They are colorful, like fish, like flowers...
What could be the charm of this neighborhood

Because in Moratala, the moon doesn't leave
Until it finds Fofe
Fer is in the car eating up the night
Tatiro Tiro comes and goes

Because in Moratala, from the baco to Chema's bar
Which is the Ruin that burns us, but gives us freedom
Its people are real, its sidewalks are sincere
That's Moratala

And here in Zeta, hangovers on Sundays are surpassed
Counting the years like springs
And I lack so many years like the most

And here comes David, breaking an imaginary box
Because the night was as tough as it was long
And with us, God didn't ruin in patterns

They are colorful, like fish, like flowers...
What could be the charm of this neighborhood

Because in Moratala the moon doesn't leave
Until it finds Fofe
Fer is in the car eating up the night
Tatiro tatiro tiro comes and goes

Because in Moratala, from the baco to Chema's bar
Which is the ruin that burns us, but gives us freedom
Its people are real, its sidewalks are sincere
That's Moratala