My shoes are winning

[Verse] Infinite echoes of a child's cry The summer heat is overwhelming Feeling with the alleys of the south Music plays on the radio Women chat while fanning themselves [Verse 2] Clicking of the handle of the scratched door, old as the wind that moves it Where we played darts on a target painted with chalk Redoubt of the unconsciousness of playing tightrope walker over any precipice [Guitar only instrumental] [Verse 3] The bearing wheels rolling down the street, sometimes we rolled too The cough from the first cigarette stolen and smoked secretly The universe formed by the water balls looking for the hole in the ground after a rainy day. [Guitar solo] [Guitar solo] [Guitar solo] [Verse 4] The freshly made rosettes and “Judhy” skewers Afternoons of pipes, piles of shells at the feet at the summer cinema Between games drink from the fountain pipes forming a queue Don't be too long, man, I'm thirsty! the one behind pushing [Chorus] The first guitar and its consequences I've been looking for light bulbs in my face all my life and not even a candle has ever illuminated me. It doesn't matter, when listening to any record you felt like the star that was playing through the speaker. [Verse 5] I keep racing against my shoes and the laces are winning The matinee section in cinemas Magical box that transports you to the American West, imperial Rome and Tarzan's jungle. [Verse 6] Buy white chocolate by the pieces. They were so big that you had to start sucking to be able to take a bite. Try the dark beer and hope it tastes sweet like Coca Cola. At first it sticks on your palate and then sparkles in your eyes [Chorus] The Via Crucis through “Las Campanas” “Quitapenas” and “Casa Flores” saturated with “Pedritos” and “Forested”  Return home with just the right time  of curfew. Just enough time to get to the toilet to vomit Something I ate made me feel terrible! [Verse 7] The first dances and the possibility of bringing onions or touching a breast The first puff of a firecracker. We didn't even know how to mess it up The first great fuck, and the trembling not even knowing where to put it [Fluta solo] [Fluta solo] [Fluta solo] [Fluta solo] [Verse 8] The first time you became friends with someone and the minute you met them. Friendship endures There are so many first times of something Maybe I don't remember all of them My memory is already failing me, I'm trying to race against my shoes and I'm already barefoot.