Tan Lejos, Tan Lejos
Eterna Inocencia
So Far, So Far Away
You look around...
Now tell me, what can you see?
... while the sounds echo
someone else's fire, the bitter bile...
open your eyes...
and a hard hit against the wall
the blurred land
and more shadows...
eroded pillars of yesterday
Nothing built until today
belongs to us, nor its illusion
There are only winds and ashes
of our fever, our fire, and our sun...
... and a world far away
separated by two shores
a shining light
a single fall and a single grudge
Ah, times of hate!
blood harvests without sowing
A clod to lie on, a tool
a soft face to caress
... and the love that helps us carve
there's still so much to create in this land
Spill the blood from our veins!
... is this the world that demands our honey
... and the grudge, yes, helps us remember
that in this world nothing can be the same
Spill the blood from our veins!
That in this land there's still so much to create...
