Tonight, we fight for nothing
Nothing else but for our skins
We piss together on the sidewalks
Where we will fall later

And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
I can feel your bones
And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
The touch of your skin

You kiss your mother on the forehead
We never drink before noon
In our bags the "toquilles" jingle
You tucked your father into his bed

And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
I can feel your bones
And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
The touch of your skin

With our flashlights in the night
The frequency of the walkie-talkies
We follow each other, we follow each other
Tonight, we fight for nothing
Nothing else but for our skins
The blows we take, we will return
The blows we take, we will return

And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
I can feel your bones
And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
The touch of your skin

And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
I can feel your bones
And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back
The touch of your skin

And I carry you on my back
I carry you on my back

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