El Tiempo En Las Bastillas

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

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 delivered by a song
But there is a place where forgetfulness flourished

The bastilles keep dust
Time some seeds, maybe a song
But who will keep the things
That are not from God?

And the ants search the earth
Crumbs, crumbs until making 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 delivered by a song
But there is a place where forgetfulness flourished

The bastilles keep dust
Time some seeds, maybe a song
But there is a place where forgetfulness flourished

Time keeps in the bastilles
A few seeds delivered by a song
But who will keep the things
That are not from God?