La Canción Del Pensador

Dawn breaks in the city
And among the parades of its carnival
Someone goes unnoticed because they didn't want to disguise
They had the dream of flying
Madness tied their body to a pedestal
And they are covered by the annoying remains of the storm
The air spins, the Sun no longer illuminates them
And the rain turns them into a heartless castaway

And there remains the thinker
The pain in singular
Turned that darkness into their temple
The foundations of noble solitude are fragile
Leaving all the noise behind
Something inside has shifted
And they ask themselves: What have you become?

Nothing happens by chance
Stone legs and blind eyes searching for you
Opened with the lightning
Their voice returned
And the thinker's song
If someone lives inside me
They know I like to talk

And that I hold long conversations
Of the devil with my soul
If someone lives inside me
They know I like to talk
And that I hold long conversations
Of the devil with my soul

Stone legs and blind eyes searching for you
Opened with the lightning
Their voice returned
And the thinker's song
If someone lives inside me
They know I like to talk
And that I hold long conversations

Of the devil with my soul
If someone lives inside me
They know I like to talk
And that I hold long conversations
Of the devil with my soul