El Tiempo En Las Bastillas

They say that time keeps in the bastions
The things that man forgot
What no one wrote,
Those things that history never sensed.

And the seagulls fly to the land,
Bringing the life they've stolen from the sea.
Who will care
That the seagulls carry the history of the sea?

Time keeps in the bastions,
A few seeds that a song delivers.
But there's a place where forgetfulness has bloomed.

The bastions gather dust,
Time holds some seeds, maybe a song.
But who will keep the things that aren't of God?

And the ants search through the land.
Crumbs, crumbs until they make some bread.
Who will care
That the ants nibble their own truth?

And my song is born from the concrete,
A flower that will die in the desert.
And the song of a thrush,
Will get lost in the noise of the big city.

Time keeps in the bastions,
A few seeds that a song delivers.
But there's a place where forgetfulness has bloomed.

The bastions gather dust,
Time holds some seeds, maybe a song.
But who will keep the things that aren't of God?

Time keeps in the bastions,
A few seeds that a song delivers.
But there's a place where forgetfulness has bloomed.

Time keeps in the bastions.
But who will keep the things that aren't of God?
But who will keep the things that aren't of God?