Ruido Blanco
IZAL
White Noise
Distances increased in the paradox of getting closer
But without touching, in comfortable terms
The most absent presences multiplied
Contacts but without risking
We are gusts of electric wind
Waves of lost information
We are sound born in extinction
White noise of dormant machines
We are affected by the manners of a passionate crowd
So many words to say nothing
So much quantity without qualities
So many agendas, so many entries
So heavy are the wings
From the tangle you make your way and give me calm
Revolutionary, storyteller of the ancient race
Within this jungle where my weak will fights
You make the task seem so simple
We are gusts of electric wind
Waves of lost information
We are sound born in extinction
White noise of dormant machines
We are gusts of electric wind
Waves of lost information
We are sound born in extinction
White noise of dormant machines
