Magia

A thousand years of solitude and so much desert
Made the dead, dust, jewels, stories, magic
Black when you approach, I feel you in the wind
Friday in the suburbs, the drums, dogs bark

Masters of darkness, of eternal silence
They keep the secrets of the night with malice
We're not going anywhere with a good harbor
Human condition, dust, jewels, story, magic

Make me disappear, lion's roar and to the mountains it went
The sky listened and quenched all that thirst and now it's fine
Stories of magic of witches who say...

When you feel like you're leaving, you hear your body
Through the blood pours emotions so hot
Like the fire of the ritual of all the people
It burns your forehead and doesn't let you think
If it's good, bad, regular, blue or sky blue
Like a sea of crazies surrendered to their fate

Make me disappear, lion's roar and to the mountains it went
The sky listened and quenched, all that thirst and now it's fine
Stories of magic of witches who say.