Tierra Seca
Guillermina
Dry Land
Help me, strange flower
that breaks through this crazy ground,
and even though it’s hard to breathe,
your seed still pulses with life.
There’s dry air in this prison,
and not much time before it bursts.
You broke what needs to be broken
in this life of modern death.
Root that wanted to breathe,
making your way through dry land,
you seek the rain that time will bring you...
you never wanted more.
Help me, strange flower
that breaks through this crazy ground.
You broke what needs to be broken
in this life of modern death.
Root that wanted to breathe,
making your way through dry land,
you seek the rain that time will bring you...
you never wanted more.
Root that wanted to breathe,
making your way through dry land,
you seek the rain that time will bring you...
you never wanted more.
