Los Renglones Torcidos de Dios
Mägo de Oz
The Crooked Lines of God
Just like yesterday sadness rained down
Like a shooting star
That dies discreetly, ephemeral
Leaving no trace as it goes
Today the morning has the silliness
And the gaze of the Sun
Is tired, sleepy, and weary
Unfolds its rays with lethargy
The morning bothers those
Who are not able to understand
Although three and six are not ten
Who is who and not who believes
Drowning madness is like trying
To cover and hide the Sun with a finger
Giving birth to thoughts is like emptying
The sea with just my hands
I live inside this cage of bones
My mind once flew away
Beyond the wonderland
Alice once heard asking
On the way to the land of Oz
In search of lucidity and reason
To leave his cell, which is reality for him
To find the hidden key within
For I want to strip
My soul of darkness now
For I want to awaken
And know why to love
Drowning madness is like trying
To cover and hide the Sun with a finger
Giving birth to thoughts is like emptying
The sea with just my hands
Give me peace and I will raise you a temple
Make them quiet
There are voices here
Give me peace
For I search and do not find
The way back to living
Drowning madness is like trying
To cover and hide the Sun with a finger
Giving birth to thoughts is like emptying
The sea with just my hands
Give me peace
And I will raise you a temple
Make them quiet
There are voices here
Give me peace
For I search and do not find
The way back to living
Drowning madness is like trying
To cover and hide the Sun with a finger
Giving birth to thoughts is like emptying
The sea with just my hands
Give me peace
And I will raise you a temple
Make them quiet
There are voices here
Give me peace
For I search and do not find
The way back to living
Give me peace
And I will raise you a temple
Make them quiet
There are voices here
Give me peace
For I search and do not find
The way back
The way back
The way back to living
