Encadenado Al Ànima

Yes, the old gateway to heaven
Yes, the old gateway to heaven
Can cool the bodies of today and yesterday
Memory is denied for sanity and burns
At the gates of a city
That howls unseen

Planets spin unknowingly
Just as your memory lives in them
Without you being able to run there
Without you being able to run there

The gusts in shadows drive away the smoke
Of some dolls burning
In the red and burning dawn of madness

The faces that peek through the window
Want to crystallize in my thoughts
In a hallucinatory form
In a hallucinatory form
As if the furniture could speak to me about them
Without moving
Producing incomprehensible noises behind me

The night bids farewell
In its arrogant way
To sway wherever
And the servants' clothes
Walk around the house

The night arrives and perhaps
Tomorrow time with shadows won't exist
Light falls asleep among the stones
Greed shakes its feathers
Splattering the sacrificed grass

Dogs fly in the legs of the night
The cold wind moans
From the mouth of a sightless dragon

The hole of days of intense rain
Tries to attract some faceless woman
Who wanders around the house

Distance is a stream of eternity
Crouched on the back of a lion