Guayaquil City - Rocola Bacalao
Since you left me because of that foolish
You multiplied my desires by a thousand
My nights are a delirious fever
Luckily, this bus leaves me in Guayaquil
Someone is waiting for me,
Or maybe not
At least, here I breathe with another lung
I don´t go back to Quito anymore
Here I take it off on you
The cold is no longer felt by the river
All my sorrows go away to sea level
Guayaquil City is going to bust up
Samborondon and Bastion Popular
I come from the highlands, where people are locked
Mountain, cold, hail, rain, and fog.
Since you left me because of that foolish
I live taking Sanax with Rivotril
I'm out of your bad habits
Always so dead, so cutting and sullen
Guayaquil City is going to bust up
Samborondon and Bastion Popular
I like for you to be talk
it is as though you were absent,
I like for you to be still
because at least you don´t lie to me
I'm going to go to sea level
I'm going to go
I'm going to go to sea level
I'm going to go