Los cuervos se lo pasan bien

It seems they're not singing about sadness here - but about being accustomed to it. It's like a person has been living with their own melancholy for a long time, like an old neighbor: sometimes it's annoying, but you still drink your morning coffee together. Fatigue settled in gently, almost cozily, and the demons from the chorus are more like old acquaintances than enemies. And all of this to the rhythm of the road, where every step is between "oh well" and "what if it works out." Even when there's no strength left, the music still plays, and your feet automatically remember how to dance while black birds hop and giggle nearby.