Caminando
Ciro y Los Persas Lyrics

Saliendo de Mackena un rato antes que salga el sol
Leaving Mackena just before sunrise, without a GPS, but with a lot of love. Despite having some flaws, the worst of which is talking without thinking, he asks his love to come close.

Hablame, hablame, hablame, hablame por favor como siempre dice Axel cuando pierde la razón
Asking his love to talk to him, as Axel would say when he loses his mind. Pointing out that it's not easy and that one must accept pain if they don't conform.

Nacimos ocho hermanos y de todos fui el menor, mi viejo venia poco sino eramos veintidós, hoy no vive ninguno y no es que yo sea el mejor, solo tengo algo de suerte y olfato depredador
He was the youngest of eight siblings and they were a family of twenty-two when his father visited them infrequently. None of them are alive now, and he doesn't claim to be the best, but he has some luck and a predatory instinct like his father's.

Duermo con un ojo abierto y confio en mi intuición, tengo dientes afilados listo para el mordiscón
He sleeps with one eye open and trusts his intuition. He's always ready to bite with his sharp teeth.

Sigue y no cedas, con obstinación. Sigue y no cedas, no hay solución. Sigue y no cedas, podés ser el Rey, pero al dia siguiente un bufon sin piel.
He urges to persist with determination and without giving up, for there is no solution in surrender. One may become a king, but the next day they can be a skinless clown.

Nacimos ocho hermanos y de todos fui el menor, mi viejo venia poco sino eramos veintidós, uh, nunca es fácil, uh, ya lo ves, el que no se conforma sabe que puede doler. Y va a doler.
He repeats the same lines, emphasizing that it is not easy, and that non-conformity will bring pain. And it will hurt.

Sigue y no cedas, cruzando el dolor. Sigue y no cedas, uh, ya va a estar mejor. Sigue y no cedas, si queres dormir tirate en mi cama me dijo el fakir.
Continuing the theme of persistence, he advises to cross through the pain without giving up, for it will get better. Finally, he offers his bed to his love in comfort, as the fakir had told him.

Con obstinación, no hay absolución. Podes ser el Rey, un bufon sin piel. Sigue y no cedas, cruzando el dolor. Sigue y no cedas, uh, ya va a estar mejor. Sigue y no cedas, si queres dormir tirate en mi cama me dijo el fakiir.
He reaffirms that with determination, there is no forgiveness. You can be a king, but also a skinless clown. He repeats the chorus, encouraging to persist through pain and reassuring that it will get better while offering a place to rest.