En El Baldio
La Renga
In The Wasteland
The claws of a terrible being
Plucked an angel in the sky
From here I saw him fall
Towards the wasteland of mysteries
I ran desperately
I felt the burning of an open wound
The angel was there lying
And in his eyes sadness spoke
Don't look at me like that
God made me to fall
And don't feel sorry for me
Maybe living costs the sin
And if everything dreamed
Doesn't live in reality
It's the angel who watches over you
The one you see fallen here
The thorns of the holy thistle
Embraced him in his fall
Among incense of garbage
That angel was dying
A void sank behind me
And I felt that only remained
In the wasteland of mysteries
With those sad eyes that spoke to me
Don't look at me like that
It's the angel who watches over you
Who is dying here
