It's not yet time to stop walking
Hitting the avenues, falling asleep in a bar
My eyes are hidden from the sun
They don't want to see my jacket dirty with tobacco and friction
Lots of beer, my friends are not there
What does the night wind have in store for me today?
Some girl or desire to fight
Broken bottles that do not calm the pain of a blow
When I return I start to think
I am well dressed for the early morning
If you are armed you will not find me
The alleys pass behind my back
A lot of beer my friends are not there ¡n
What does the night wind have in store for me today?
Some girl or desire to fight
Broken bottles that do not calm the pain of a blow

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