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 does not rush, 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 the stubborn strength to live on, even if life takes you down crooked streets. The music rocks like an old bus that's going in the wrong direction but still gets you home.