Vivir En Caracas

Tell, tell the legend
That before everything, it was better
Tell the legend
That you could walk
And from time to time, look at the sky and breathe
But, I can't cry
For a past I didn't know, that's why

Give me a knife to cut the air and kiss you
If I feel heavy it's because of the lead I carry in my blood
In rivers of fire, steel, life, and time
That go without remedy to tombs that reach the sky
Where they toast, with tears of thousands who watch
How life passes them by and lets them go
I won't mind dying
I won't mind dying

Dururururu dururu, dururururu dururu
Dururururu dururu, dururururu dururu

Scenes of lost loves in moonlit streets
That are only found in phrases of a useless song
Straightjacket (straightjacket)
Sultana of no one (sultana of no one)
Living in Caracas (living in Caracas)
Dying in Caracas (dying in Caracas)

In moonlit streets, lost in moonlit streets
Lost in moonlit streets, lost in moonlit streets
Lost in moonlit streets
Lost in moonlit streets, lost in moonlit streets
Lost in moonlit streets, lost in moonlit streets
Lost in moonlit streets