Turf oh dios!

I took you to a half-star hotel that night?,
you thought I was rich but I just cheated on you??.
I don't even have the money to invite you to this cafe?,
these shoes and is this suit mine? ex-wife.
Oh God! what? sacrifice.
Oh God! Where will we end up?
Oh God! what? sacrifice.
I don't know? because everything always goes wrong for me.
In my room I only have things that take up space,
broken bottles, old newspapers, Manal records
I live lost in the delirium of this society .
Years of international laziness passed.
Oh God! what? sacrifice.
Oh God! Where will we end up?
Oh God! what? sacrifice.
I don't know? because everything always goes wrong for me.
Give me your hand and let's go where the sun never rises.
Travel by train without a ticket
with a view of the sky your seat
free to the air and without torment
croto the liner they call it
destiny of the dispossessed
his tattered profile
walks freely guarding his fortune...