Día de los muertos
El Mato A Un Policia Motorizado
Day of the Dead
Eh my voice disappeared, I wasn't speaking well anymore
I look at your throne, Lord, and await salvation
The storms are approaching and I
Looking at the wall, kissing the wall
Still, it's better to announce the darkness
Of the galaxy to be reborn, from this final December
Lord, my hands are burning
My hands are burning
Ehh Radiant star that today
Will end the city
Look at your people, Lord
And send salvation
The storms are approaching and I
Looking at the wall, kissing the wall
Still, it's better to announce the darkness
Of the galaxy to be reborn, from this final December
Lord, my hands are burning
My hands are burning
My hands are burning
My hands are burning
