Secta de Extraños
La Castañeda
Strange Sect
This young night,
Is the offering of the day.
The faithful gang sharpen and go out,
The streets come to life.
And we walk around,
Among the buildings.
The city intoxicated with smoke,
Don't forget your destiny.
Strange sect.
It's the strange sect.
Maybe they don't know each other,
Equal and different.
And so they all dance with each other,
The intense synchrony.
They have their claws out,
They share subconscious.
The congregation gives us life,
Because the new story is coming.
Strange sect.
It's the strange sect.
Strange sect.
Equal and different,
With weird hair.
With weird hair.
They are the new species on the street.
Strange sect.
It's the strange sect.
