Por las calles de Cantera

The streets become a chronicle - dusty, noisy, with music coming from the windows and the smell of cheap tobacco. Here, time moves slowly, and people seem to dissolve into an endless “today.” The track sounds like a revelation: about mistakes that burned, about pride that didn't break, about barricades made of one's own memories. A little bit of bitterness, a little bit of light - and a stubborn will to keep going, even if life takes you down crooked streets. The music rocks like an old bus that's going the wrong way but still gets you home.