Caudillo De Congrios
Los Tres
Lord of Conger Eels
Nocturnal noises, seeking the shady
Lord of Conger Eels, dies on his plate
Poisoned with his own broth
If I speak in Present, I irritate people
I move to one side and see in Past
I have seen cities full of people
A bull fills the fountains with blood
Children's prison, lovely atmosphere
Dry my face dry with age
A thousand loose years, they can come together
I don't understand Gold, Sugar, or Salt
Nor do I want to understand them, they come and go
Powerful, I move the streets
Deep smell of the cities
I became a skiing fish
I adore Water and the Redeemer
I adore Water and the Redeemer
Dry my face.....
I passed the plagues of anxiety
There's no damn conger eel that inspires pity
Completing words that live in me
Blood splatters, moves endlessly
Blood splatters, moves endlessly
Dry my face.....
Dry my face......
No more actions, we want words.
NO MORE ACTIONS WE WANT WORDS
