En el corredor
Los Muertos de Cristo
In the Corridor
In the valley of death,
I live in captivity,
prisoner of destiny,
waiting for my end.
Hope abandons me,
how much can I endure?,
days are like years
drowning in loneliness,
I was an innocent child,
from a poor and marginal neighborhood,
and now I'm a criminal,
society raised me.
Flesh and more flesh,
for the grill,
alive but dying,
every night in the corridor.
Flesh and more flesh,
feeding the pain,
it's endless anguish,
for my execution.
And my dreams are slipping away,
through the cracks of the heart,
stolen from that child,
who once smiled at life.
I live in the valley of shadows,
beyond your reality,
where consciences fall silent,
where freedom dies.
Flesh and more flesh,
for the grill,
alive but dying,
every night in the corridor.
Flesh and more flesh,
feeding the pain,
it's endless anguish,
for my execution.
Tear down the walls,
of repression,
break the bars,
of marginalization.
Let my feelings soar,
free under the sun,
let the voice of the voiceless
thunder over the world.
