Pánico Práctico

So many years of a wolf hidden at the bottom
Of a hole where so many winged bodies were buried
With the crazy look, the chosen one by all
Who only shows the fun part of pain

And now I remember everything, that photo machine
Enjoying the absence of the third dimension
Rolling in the mud, shining from the dust
Removing this annoying sensation from my face

And now only the mark remains
That time has left behind
Certain forms of movement
A memory, a reflex act

Goodbye to the practical panic of having met
Goodbye to the vertigo of seeing us coinciding in space
Goodbye, goodbye, may we never see each other again

It will depend on us to be carried on shoulders
By giants that scared us so much at night
We will destroy their faces, not keeping the pieces
Of a puzzle we thought had a solution

I'm forgetting everything, that photo machine
Enjoying the absence of the third dimension
Rolling in the mud, shining from the dust
Removing this annoying sensation from my face

I've forgotten my dance step
I've invented a new language
The old coward has left
The new savage plays at home

Goodbye to the practical panic of having met
Goodbye to the vertigo of seeing us coinciding in space
Goodbye, goodbye, may we never see each other again, never, never!!

Goodbye to the panic
Goodbye to the vertigo