Garro

Inside the car, over the interchange at 100 per hour
Oh, my love!
All you have now is the affection of the engine
And in the office where I work and I get rich
And the more I multiply, diminishes my love.

And the parallels, from the tires, in the water in the streets.
They are two bare roads on which you run away from what is yours
In the apartment, on the eighth floor, I open the window and scream
I scream when the car passes: - Your infinity is me!