It's the wind that doesn't caress her anymore
It will be her hat that hasn't been on her for a while
It will be that wrinkle of laughing nostalgia
Or the confusion between life and poetry
She doesn't jump trains because she never passes them
She doesn't rob banks because the money is hers
She lives on sunsets and calculates and forgets
And the repeated, long and destructive confusions
What a tired bandolier, with a broken heart, goes tonight
Ah, on a white horse, with its torment, it goes far away
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
It has an insurmountable collection of cuts
Many and all empty, already for a long time, the bottles
She sleeps on the horse that can't stand it anymore
And she made a deck for the pump up and down
Every time she passes, she throws a flower at some door
Red like the blood of her heart once
Or she gallops away to the deception of the dawn
With some rubber, she swears to feel it again
To sing again
Ah, tired bandolier, tonight I cry thinking of you
There is a part of my life in your life that goes away
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
I close my eyes, inside my eyes you are again the one
When I believed you, when I smiled
Listen, look, this love is still alive
All this love, all our love
And you, far away, don't go to die like a ***
Before my heart, instead of my heart
Don't leave me alone tonight, I can't see the sky
Come back, bandolier, come back, bandolier
Come back, bandolier
Come back, bandolier
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
Where is the silence, where is the silence, where?
You don't know what is waiting for you tonight
You came here saying there will be the usual show
A slow song, a fast one, a slow one, a fast one
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
No, it's not like that
I've chosen the heaviest ones
The show is very long
The doors are already closed, you can't go out
Let's hold hands because this is the case
This is a night of great joy for me
Let's hold hands, I'll hold your hands
You hold my hands because I need them
And let's try to leave for this trip