Los Sueños Y Las Guerras

Everything can be said
but one must rest
there is a war
a great war

Those idiot angels
tossed you into hell
and there we all were,
all of us.

You tore glass from your feet
but they didn't see it
you tore glass from your head
and no one paid for it

Everything can be said
but one must rest
there is a war
a great war

Those idiot angels
tossed you into hell
and there we all were,
all of us.

Those idiot angels
tossed you into hell
and there we all were,
all of us.

They are the dreams...
They are the dreams...
They are the dreams...
They are the dreams...
They are the dreams...