Guitarras de Cartón

We used to believe
In towers of babel
In great heroes and their glory
We used to believe
In cardboard guitars
Power to manipulate the air

I fall new into the world
Deciphering every face of this sun

We used to believe
Not to conceive pain
And in the eternity of things
And just as I believed
I also knew how to deceive
With my most beautiful lies

The future and memory
Are treading on our steps
Nothing remains but space and
I return to myself

History showed us
That to be reborn
One must die first