Donde El Aire Es Ceniza

Chronicle of the day
The eagle flew
Where the air is ash at the edge
Story of that child
The eagle found
And reached out its arms
To whom his arms stole.

So a soldier confessed
How the sky darkened
On the ground tears were shed
Screaming his pain
'What does freedom mean?
What can it be to have mercy?'
He can no longer believe in his flag if
There is blood to shed.

The eagle no longer sleeps
Its heroes killed
It proudly wears the stars it won
But the child is orphaned of home and joy
Because of how indifferent
War can be.

So a soldier confessed
How time stood still
The earth shed tears
Hail poured down.
'What does truth mean?
What can it be to have mercy?'
He can no longer believe in his flag if
There is blood to shed.

'What does freedom mean?
What can it be to have mercy?'
The sun that will never rise again
The dense darkness.

So a soldier confessed
How the sky darkened
What can it be to win for your flag if
There is blood to shed...
To shed...tell me where is the freedom?...freedom