CRASH [English translation]

When the time accelerates, it breaks into pieces

And the wheel in your hands burns

Those are our bodies flying in the air

The smell of asphalt glued to our flesh

I know that this isn't going to end well

Turn, the space

You're losing the look, leaving the emptiness in your face

I know that this isn't going to end well

I could read your lips before the crash

We're going to arrive at the middle

From two opposite directions

• Artist:Zahara (Spain)
• Album:Santa