Las Cruces Del Corazon
La Trampa
The Crosses of the Heart
Who will free the ground of this cemetery?
Who will pull out the crosses from your heart?
Let's scare away the herd of memories.
Let's drive away the herd of pain.
And let's drive the herd of fears
out, further away from the edge of the heart.
We are bravely facing time, body to body.
We are following the trail of every traitor.
We are skinning for the flesh and the skin,
but never for the black blood of resentment.
If we don't make way, where will we end up?
If the ground swallows us, we won't be able to breathe.
When I lose the air and when I lose my mind,
who will pull out the crosses from your heart?
The earth was left hungry, the gravedigger told us
showing the cuts of the soul and the heart.
We saw our body and our tongue rot
and our bones splinter and nail them into the ground.
If we don't make way, where will we end up?
If the ground swallows us, we won't be able to breathe.
When I lose the air and when I lose my mind,
who will pull out the crosses from your heart?
Who will free the ground of this cemetery?
Who will pull out the crosses from your heart?
