Dos Secas

The cursed poetry for the harmony
The reason to fight for hypocrisy
The herb for the salt, innocence for evil
Madness for thinking, anesthesia for forgetting too much

Some wisdom for crying defeats
I have soapy feet for the tightrope
Vice for chance, rescue for escaping
Fever for spinning, and much more for missing

Blindness to arrive
Two dry ones to laugh
Silliness to love
Epitaphs to live

Another shot for nothing, lead for a life
Almost Social Justice for the police...
The shadow for the light, the gods for believing
The face for the cross, adults only for growing

Blindness to arrive
Two dry ones to laugh
Silliness to love
Epitaphs to live

For blind, for vice, for silly, for alive
For the uncertainty of not being able to see what I long for... ohhooohh

Blindness to arrive
Two dry ones to laugh
Silliness to love
Epitaphs to live.