This hip bag
Smoking tobacco and a deck
A knife in the sheath
With that I give my butchers
Go a hidden corner
A touch of nostalgia
Brown sugar and yerba mate
And a ticket to town

Deep down I keep a dream
Those who never took revenge
A sling and one bait
The kite that's left
A handful of paths
As many geographies
A sliver of hope
Another bit of amusement

This hip bag
Smoking tobacco and a deck
A knife in the sheath
With that I give my butchers
Go a hidden corner
A touch of nostalgia
Brown sugar and yerba mate
And a ticket to town

Vai a sun already half spent
And a rose forgotten
From where I redo
My damage and injuries
Inside my flaps
My love, my read
This hip bag
Go to life, life goes

This hip bag
Smoking tobacco and a deck
A knife in the sheath
With that I give my butchers
Go a hidden corner
A touch of nostalgia
Brown sugar and yerba mate
And a ticket to town