Del Gemido de Un Gorrión
Alma Y Vida
From the Moan of a Sparrow
From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And a dawn scream
Suddenly had his voice
Lying on the cobblestone
A drunkard drank it
To steal his dreams
That he won with his hands
I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed
Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen
From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And he was building his house
With promises of cardboard
His wife asked him for a child
And the child asked him for love
The three moaned one day
For a better future
I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed
Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen
I flew with him...
