Because I do not grease the shafts
they call me abandoned
because I do not grease the shafts
They call me abandoned.
If I like them to sound,
Why do I want them greased?
If I like them to sound,
For what?
Pinned to your empty bottle,
the one that before always liked nothing.
Clenching my fingers, grabbing me, giving him my life
to that para-avalanche.
When I was a kid and I knew the Azteca stadium I was hard,
it crushed me to see the giant,
The same thing happened to me again
but I was already hard long before.
They say there are, they say there
a world of temptations,
there are also candies
with the shape of hearts.
They say there is good or bad,
they say there's more or less,
they say that there is something to have,
and not many of us.
And not many of us.
Pinned to your empty bottle,
the one that before always liked nothing.
Thanks I give to life,
thank you I give to the Lord,
because between so much rigor
and having lost so much,
I did not lose my love of singing,
nor my voice as a singer.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)