Corrientes demolientes
Poncho K
Destructive Currents
Destructive Currents
Everything starts with the force of a big bang,
in the deranged womb of the organs...
Pain! in the cheeks of the crowd I suffocate so much in the pressure...
This cigarette is already another one,
from this story that I can't finish telling,
this attack on the street,
this thaw in the poles (x3)
[Chorus:]
Destructive currents will come,
conquering capitals,
furrows of beautiful love
in the homes of their race.
(x2)
Blow then like never before,
dismissing my horizon,
with the earth in a handful so small...
They come back and my eyes get lost,
among the fields,
stain me with strong wind,
the drooling of my delirium,
with what the hurricane stains the ravine.
[Chorus]
And let's not even have the scribbles,
nor the little sips of these aged wines,
we will cry when the destructive currents come,
conquering capitals furrows of beautiful love
in the homes of their race
