Palabras que Sangran

Who usually attends to an extra cry
If with his anguish he feels lost
And the royal bird of his freedom dies in shadows
Absence and oblivion

So misunderstood, in gray meadows
Wounded steed, rich in poverty
Lies the man of today

One is born losing childhood rights
Wiser is the wind that keeps its distance
It carries in its eagerness secrets it keeps
Knowing how to be silent, words that bleed

So misunderstood, in gray meadows
Wounded steed, rich in poverty
Lies the man of today

Who screams without fear, gives his wings to flight
And flies so far, is a royal bird, cry and fire
Who flies in silence, discovers the secret of the game
And flies, and flies, uh

Who screams without fear, gives his wings to flight
And flies so far, is a royal bird, cry and fire
Who flies in silence, discovers the secret of the game
And flies, and flies, no matter the anger of the wind
And flies, and flies, no matter the anger of the wind