Descarriados describes someone or something that has strayed from the right path, like a lost or unruly animal. In the song, “Somos perros descarriados” means “We are wayward dogs,” creating a memorable image of people living recklessly and outside conventional rules.
Recycled J builds this song out of lists. The hook is a string of pairs, "Los muertos y las flores / Pastillas de colores" [The dead and the flowers / Coloured pills], "Mi sangre y tus tacones" [My blood and your heels], all of it "Pisando mis talones" [stepping on my heels], a Spanish way of saying something is right behind you, chasing you. Life on the street, success and disappointment, love and drugs, everything arrives at once.
The verses swing between a wild relationship and fame. The couple are "como dos leones" [like two lions], jealous one day and all over each other the next, "hasta que salga el sol" [until the sun comes up]. Then comes the swagger: Moët and Chandon spilling, a studio paid for so he can dress in Dior, his face in Vogue "con los ojos stoney" [with stoned eyes]. The second verse turns darker. He calls himself a hikikomori (the Japanese word for someone who shuts themselves away), switches off his phone, and eats with "traidores / Que dicen ser mi brothers" [traitors who say they're my brothers]. The best line is the last twist: the cuts, bruises and cramps "Se han convertio' en anillos / Cadenas y medallones" [have turned into rings, chains and medallions]. The pain became the jewellery.