A Starosta, El Idiota
Pescado Rabioso
The Mayor, The Idiot
Mouths of the air of the sea
Drink the salt of this light
For themselves
Now eat in eternity
Something will drown
It's this burning
And it's this fever
Of the one who waits,
Facing the awakening
Let's go from here
Don't cry anymore, don't be cold
Don't think there are no more shadows
You just have to understand it
It's like the light in spring
It's like the light in spring
High tides of the sun
Fill their mouths with it
The idiot
I can't do anything for him anymore
He will burn
Looking at the sun
And this is the story
Of the one who waits
To wake up
Let's go from here!
