SOUTH ROUTE

(Music:  J. L. Perez - A. Fidel Lyrics:  M. García)

On the bed a paper she left me

I don't have anything to do here, I go away.

I close the door and good bye to run.

Walking until Diagonal.

It's late already, that doesn't matter, take me!

At the most far better!

South route, I run towards infinite,

I cross the country it gives equal any site to me,

I rest here nobody is waiting for me.

You continue without me, you are almost arriving.

The cubical moon fleet and smiles me.

It doesn't have mouth and it dreams that it wants to kiss me.

Between a story fog.

Inner highway.

God knows where I will be.

Walking all the night without stopping

I don't remember to cry.

Remains back the afternoons of Sunday back,

my gray street, my friends of always.

Very far already thrown in the roadside ditch

my world of city remains back.

South route, I run towards infinite,

I cross the country it gives equal any site to me,

I stop me here nobody is waiting for me.

You continue without me, you are almost arriving already.

South route, I run towards infinite,

I cross the country it gives equal any site to me,

I stop me here nobody is waiting for me.