Heridos

Give me a bit of your hands
Bring me closer to the abyss, and release my pain
Accompany the noise, silent living sound, of a wounded memory
How lonely and torn I see your body
And melancholic I spill myself on your fingers

If you're hurt, by this life
Feel the divine rescue of your passion
If you're wounded, by this forgetfulness
Invoke the wild kiss of your heart

Tear away this fog
And blow on my path
I want to see where I am
Take away the night
I can't see my hands, I want to see them fly
Weakened, I search for you in dreams
Defeated, I remain wounded

If you're hurt, by this life
Feel the divine rescue of your passion
If you're wounded, by this forgetfulness
Invoke the wild kiss of your heart

If you're hurt, by this life
Feel the divine rescue of your passion
If you're wounded, by this forgetfulness
Invoke the wild kiss of your heart
Of your heart, of your heart, of your heart