En Busca Del Mago
Love of Lesbian
In Search of the Magician
When the magician fell ill it was show day
His immortal bird
Wondered what would become of himself
The incident happened eighty years ago
The white bird struggled to accept
That the man would do magic tricks
The magician cheered him up
Telling a joke about dying
And the bird smiled with the saddest look from the south
The grand final trick, was to open the windows
You would find a new magician if you looked into his eyes
He looked at the city and didn't want to escape from his cage
The real rebellion is against your own freedom
And in mental faculty to belong to someone else
Merge and be the same
Show me someone who handles being free well
And say if in every decision a heinous crime isn't born
The days spent with that magician would have a gray ending
His heartbeat clock stops here
The day he died he found no more meaning in his cage
He came to the irrational conclusion
"No magician, no magic"
Show me someone who handles being free well
And in every decision doesn't commit a crime
And the bird remembered: Nobody belongs to anyone!
He also convinced himself: There must be another magician out there
And the thirty-two-year-old magician, in the new cinema
Made a gray-winged bird come out of his soul
The audience applauded, the theater trembled
And the immortal bird forgot about the other magician
