Rolling Fate
raw, blues-rock track with a driving, swaggering rhythm. It features a gritty, distorted guitar riff and a prominent, dynamic bass line. Drums are loose yet powerful, pushing the track forward. Vocals are delivered with a nonchalant, almost spoken-word style, conveying a sense of resigned acceptance with underlying defiance. Latin-infused punk-rock track with a raw, passionate vocal delivery. The music features driving rhythm and brass, while the voice is hoarse yet melodic.
Rolling Fate
raw, blues-rock track with a driving, swaggering rhythm. It features a gritty, distorted guitar riff and a prominent, dynamic bass line. Drums are loose yet powerful, pushing the track forward. Vocals are delivered with a nonchalant, almost spoken-word style, conveying a sense of resigned acceptance with underlying defiance. Latin-infused punk-rock track with a raw, passionate vocal delivery. The music features driving rhythm and brass, while the voice is hoarse yet melodic.
Lyrics
Les choses arrivent sans qu'on y puisse rien.
On prend le temps comme il se présente vraiment.
Les vieux souvenirs reviennent sans prévenir jamais.
Le destin nous porte, sans savoir où l'on va.
On lâche prise, pas besoin de tout contrôler.
La route s'étend, on verra bien demain.
Chorus
La vida se escapa, libre.
No hay control, solo sentir.
El camino se dibuja.
Así es la vida, vivir.
Verse 2
The moments pass just as they want to flow.
We watch them happen, letting all feelings grow.
The future waits, no need to rush the speed.
We sow the seeds, waiting for what we need.
No grand ambition, just a simple, honest path.
We take it easy, escaping all the wrath.
Chorus
La vida se escapa, libre.
No hay control, solo sentir.
El camino se dibuja.
Así es la vida, vivir.
Verse 3
The dice are thrown, what's done is truly done.
We play the cards until the rising sun.
No turning back, the course is set in stone.
We face the music, completely on our own.
No grand pronouncements, just a quiet, simple stand.
We walk the streets of this forgotten land.
Verse 4
Los días pasan sin pedir ninguna razón.
El viaje sigue, sin saber la dirección.
Las viejas canciones nos acompañan siempre.
El mundo gira, lo sentimos en el vientre.
Dejamos ir todo sin ninguna preocupación.
La historia avanza, sin explicación.
Chorus
La vida se escapa, libre.
No hay control, solo sentir.
El camino se dibuja.
Así es la vida, vivir.