No Surf
No hay palmeras en la ciudad
en el patio de la carcel no se encierra ningun mar
escapa Rudy, te vam a atrapar
romper tu cabeza, te van a enterrar.
En tu galeria,
no se ve el final
y tras los barrotes,
no se ve el final
y pasan los dias,
no se ve el final
y miras al cielo,
no se ve el final,
no quieres pensar.
Los dias de playa quedaron atras
vendiste tu tabla, empezaste a trabajar
de haber podido escoger el final
habrias pedido ir a morirte junto al mar.
Y en tu galeria,
no se ve el final
y tras los barrotes,
no se ve el final
y pasan los dias,
no se ve el final
y miras al cielo,
no se ve el final,
no quieres pensar.
No Surf
There are no palm trees in the city
In the prison yard, no sea is enclosed
Rudy escapes, they're gonna catch you
Break your head, they're gonna bury you
In your gallery,
You can't see the end
And behind the bars,
You can't see the end
And the days go by,
You can't see the end
And you look at the sky,
You can't see the end,
You don't want to think.
The beach days are left behind
You sold your surfboard, started to work
If you could have chosen the end
You would have asked to go die by the sea
And in your gallery,
You can't see the end
And behind the bars,
You can't see the end
And the days go by,
You can't see the end
And you look at the sky,
You can't see the end,
You don't want to think.