Tempestad Tranquila
Cultura Profética
Quiet Storm
Inner silence, I am empty
Tranquility, but not peace
Hurricane of thoughts, I am destroying myself
Disorder, but not complete
Millions of feelings run through my being
The roughness of the sea, the calm of the sunset
A quiet storm kills me, gives me life
Takes away and gives me energy, what monotony
Endless revelry, I am destroying myself
Unanswered passion
Hurricane of thoughts, I am destroying myself
Disorder but not complete
