El Tiempo en las Bastillas

They say that time keeps in its pockets
The things that man forgot
What no one wrote
What history never foresaw

And the seagulls fly to the land
Bringing the life they stole from the sea
Who will care
That the seagulls carry the history of the sea

Time keeps in the bastilles
A few seeds
Delivering a song
But there's a place where forgetfulness bloomed

The bastilles keep dust
Time a seed
Maybe a song
But who will keep the things that are not of God

And the ants search the land
Crumbs, crumbs until they make bread
Who will care
That the ants follow their own truth

And my song is born from the cement
A flower that will die in the desert
And the song of a thrush
Will be lost in the noise of the big city

Time keeps in the bastilles
A few seeds
Delivering a song
But there's a place where forgetfulness bloomed

Time keeps in the bastilles
A few seeds
Delivering a song
But who will keep the things that are not of God