Que se callen los profetas

That messing up without reasons there is no destiny, that settled in my rebellious path that due to my lack of reality

that if I hug it's because I want
bad or good I decide my task
and I don't want views and from outside my skin

Old excuse I will accept that there is a force
that controls your truth
that there are more mysteries in your eyes girl
than in the sky and in the sea
and I fall to the bottom of a sinister that is as ours
as of humanity
and I hit bottom, I don't breathe, I shudder
but I smell loneliness

But I smell loneliness
and I'm making the way
with the same cement
that expels from within the one who has nothing but
But I smell reality
and I keep being a scam
that turns into madness
the dark nights and sells you the present
and feeds it

If I look at the sky and there are no figures in the clouds
for my breathing
if I see that I damage the poet's ears
I like my singing more
and what's inside is not a tale, it's a lesson
and lack of honesty
and let the prophets be silent
that my incredulous vignette doesn't want to know if there is more
that it doesn't care about what will come

That it doesn't care about what will come
and I'm making the way
with the same cement
that expels from within the one who has nothing but
but I smell reality
and I keep being a scam
that turns into madness
the dark nights and sells you the present

But I smell loneliness
and I'm making the way
with the same cement
that expels from within the one who has nothing but
but I smell reality
and I keep being a scam
that turns into madness
the dark nights and sells you the present
and feeds it

The world fights for treasures, flags
religions and the like
and crushes the words with its kisses
a great material monster
and the most absurd purchase eat and die
deformed dance to the tune
a fool of unhappy ignorants
who have no opinion

The restlessness dies bleeding
and I'm making the way
with the same cement
that expels from within the one who has nothing but
but I smell reality
and I keep being a scam
that turns into madness
the dark nights and sells you the present

But I smell loneliness
and I'm making the way
with the same cement
that expels from within the one who has nothing but
but I smell reality
and I keep being a scam
that turns into madness
the dark nights and sells you the present
and feeds it