Volves
Volves ya caído la tarde
Mas bien ya ha entrado la noche
Hoy no te pagaron y te prometieron otra vez
Que mañana y que quizás
El barrió está viendo la tele
Y vos que estas tan en otra
Indomable cual potrillo
Que no se resigne a su ilusión resignar
Por que es la música que vos escuchas que refleja en sus letras
Rebeldías que soplan en tu alma, y el repudio a tanta opresión
Por que siempre abra algo en vos que siempre se revela
Y eleva a tu ser, alejándote del suelo y su dolor
Malmirado por la policia
Que están programados para la sospecha
Y por la gente que se creyó cheta
Y no se da cuenta que pasa por lo mismo que vos
Laburando muy lejos
Por unas monedas
Y aguantando la rabia, que es la nausea
Por la que vomita tu corazón
Por que es la música
Siempre serás minoría entre la muchedumbre que distinto piensa
Maldecido y a la vez orgulloso de ser como sos
Wolves
Wolves, the evening has already fallen
Actually, the night has already come
Today they didn't pay you and they promised you again
That tomorrow and maybe
The neighborhood is watching TV
And you are so distracted
Untamable like a young horse
That refuses to resign its illusion
Because it's the music you listen to that reflects in its lyrics
Rebellions blowing in your soul, and the rejection of so much oppression
Because there will always be something in you that always reveals itself
And lifts your being, distancing you from the ground and its pain
Misjudged by the police
Who are programmed to suspect
And by the people who thought they were high-class
And don't realize they're going through the same as you
Working far away
For a few coins
And enduring the anger, which is the nausea
That makes your heart vomit
Because it's the music
You will always be a minority among the crowd that thinks differently
Cursed and at the same time proud of being who you are