What would you talk to people about
about the lost cities
you got the interview.
And he left it to my opinion.
Why could I advise
undressed people
who live off garbage
and cover themselves with cardboard and
who don't give direction.
What could I tell
to his grandfather about life
I would ask for his advice
I would not give him a lesson.
This is how I would see in his words
of lost cities
the pressures, the broken dreams
the nightmares.
How much net Mexico
speaks through that voice
speaks through his voice.
I've been listening to you for a while now.
between tones and mockery
a certain bad faith.
Something about your questions
was asked in such a way
that whatever you answer
always sounds bad.
I'm going to remind you that I write songs
with no other intention than to improve.
I hope that one day they would serve and question.
With each person confronting a truth,
I could say...it works to try.
You know where the lost cities are
then they are not lost
you can find them
why don't you go and ask them
them of his wounds
I am sure he will get
an unparalleled report
and a real interview
What am I to the people
of the lost cities
who I survive lost
in this time and place
I am also from a city
overcrowded and cold
that sometimes is moved
if it sees us cry
so I want more
To be born there or here of that
no one is to blame
no one enjoys the right
to choose, I think
what can I tell you
what can I tell you
think also and help me answer
some are seeds and others will not be
I hope that one day they will serve and question
with what everyone confronts a truth
could say...it works to try
Sometimes I heard about the lost cities
what strange stories one can find
He who seeks finds lost cities
why are they there? Who let them go astray?
Nobody wants to hear the lost cities
where is his voice? Who doesn't let them talk?
What secrets do the lost cities hide?
There are memories, stories, legends, will they be?
Some are afraid of the lost cities
Are they decent people, do they allow themselves to be touched?
How do they reproduce, how do they communicate
what are they up to? who is your captain?
Guess what inhabits the lost cities
Are they hostile, senile, old, feverish
rodents, rumors, actors of the
marginal direction of some animal kingdom?
Forgotten, saved that is sometimes seen
spoken between hurtful teeth
suffering, lacking, sleeping, but
intelligent. What do they take, what do they steal, what do they blame, what do they ask for and even survive
and that no one would like to find
on a stop, on corners, or in the alleys,
nor find their mocking faces between the lines
because it is still possible to stop looking
And how, and how do you see it?