A medium tempo Jazz / Trova, "taking the centre". With Yusa's bitter-sweet lyrics and the simple sophistication of her music one know one is finally hearing the urban sound of 21st century Cuba. The topic can serve as a social issue where the focus is to not let us catch modernity and make us victims.
Oh! I don't know how to get rid of that blow that I have inside me if when I look at the night it ends and you tie yourself to the center. Throw dirt on the event because stones will grow on the road before dawn and give it a spin, spin, spin, spin to the ideas that have a red light in their heads. Be careful that modernity uses you as a piece of clothing. Oh! I don't know how to get rid of that blow that I have inside me if when I look at the night it ends and you tie yourself to the center, oh! I don't know how to get rid of that blow that I have inside me if when I look at the night it ends and you tie yourself to the center. Throw dirt on the event because stones will grow on the road before dawn and give it a spin, spin, spin, spin to the ideas that have a red light in their heads. Be careful that modernity uses you as a piece of clothing. Oh! I don't know how to get rid of that blow that I have inside me if when I look at the night it ends and you tie yourself to the center. Oh, I don't know how to get rid of that blow that I have inside if when I look at the night it ends and you get tied to the center.
¡Ay!, no sé cómo sacar ese golpe que llevo dentro
si al mirar la noche termina y te anudas al centro.
Échale tierra al acontecimiento que en el camino van a crecer piedras
antes que amanezca y dale rueda, rueda, rueda, rueda a las ideas
que tienen luz roja en la cabeza. Ten cuidado que la modernidad
te usa como pieza de vestir.
¡Ay!, no sé cómo sacar ese golpe que llevo dentro
si al mirar la noche termina y te anudas al centro,
¡ay!, no sé cómo sacar ese golpe que llevo dentro
si al mirar la noche termina y te anudas al centro.
Échale tierra al acontecimiento que en el camino van a crecer piedras
antes que amanezca y dale rueda, rueda, rueda, rueda a las ideas
que tienen luz roja en la cabeza. Ten cuidado que la modernidad
te usa como pieza de vestir.
¡Ay!, no sé cómo sacar ese golpe que llevo dentro
si al mirar la noche termina y te anudas al centro.
¡Ay!, no sé cómo sacar ese golpe que llevo dentro
si al mirar la noche termina y te anudas al centro.