Baco - La Vela Puerca

Abrió la puerta de su casa se paró a mirar

Que lindo día para respirar

En la parada del olvido no quiso frenar

Siguió derecho se puso a fumar

A la deriva sin saber dónde quiere llegar

Se le cruzó la imagen de ese bar

Y despacito la distancia se empezó a achicar

Con una birra fría junto al mar

Se dedicó pensativo a soñar

A recordar quién ha sido

A desafiar un futuro brutal

Con una mano delante y otra detrás

El pueblo estaba a casi nada y decidió seguir

Corazonadas de su porvenir

La plaza entera romería comenzó a reunir

Abajo y los excesos de vivir

Y en una esquina lo vieron aullar

A su luna sin sentido

Doy mi cabeza que sabe pelear

Con una mano delante y otra

Viene sufriendo, sufriendo para qué?

Si me da igual, pero en su mente la vida ya no está

Mientras la plaza comienza a distinguir cómo fue bien

Y los que sueñan empiezan a entender

El pueblo sabe que la plaza barre su dolor

Y Baco junta sombras del amor

Abrió la boca solo para no pedir perdón

Ahora las flores buscan su cajón

En esa esquina lo vieron aullar

A su luna sin sentido

Y la certeza que sabe pelear

Con una mano delante y otra

Sigue sufriendo, sufriendo y para qué?

Si le da igual, pero en su mente la vida ya no está

Siempre sufriendo, sufriendo y para qué?

No me da igual, en nuestra plaza la vida siempre está

Y le llegó la hora, que Baco no perdona, a aquel que lo traiciona

He opened the door of his house he stopped to look

What a nice day to breathe

At the stop of oblivion she did not want to stop

She went straight, she started smoking

Drifting without knowing where you want to go

She crossed the image of that bar

And slowly the distance began to shrink

With a cold beer by the sea

He thoughtfully dedicated himself to dreaming

to remember who has been

To challenge a brutal future

With one hand in front and one behind

The town was almost nothing and decided to continue

Hunches about your future

The entire pilgrimage square began to gather

Down and the excesses of living

And in a corner they saw him howl

To your mindless moon

I give my head that knows how to fight

With one hand in front and the other

He comes suffering, suffering for what?

I don't care, but in his mind life is no longer

While the square begins to distinguish how it went well

And those who dream begin to understand

The people know that the square sweeps away their pain

And Bacchus gathers shadows of love

He opened his mouth just not to apologize

Now the flowers look for their drawer

In that corner they saw him howl

To your mindless moon

And the certainty that knows how to fight

With one hand in front and the other

Still suffering, suffering and for what?

If he does not care, but in his mind life is no longer

Always suffering, suffering and for what?

I don't care, in our square life is always

And the time came, which Bacchus does not forgive, to the one who betrays him