Reguero de Mentiras

Now the pieces fit together
When the air brings the smell of lemon
Now mouths are silent, the one who sowed no longer laughs
So many withered lies that defeat us
So many hidden corners that someone has already desecrated

I will leave when the sun rises
And in my luggage I must find what I always sought
I will leave without your string of lies
In the ditches, I see glass jars

Behind the glass, bifid tongues, small vipers
I see a trail of lies in the ditches
I see a gale, a terrible gale
And a truth, a truth that now hurts

I see that now the pieces fit
And it's because passions are unleashed
The hurricane devastated us
That untamable fury will engulf us

Dreams ravaged, plucked delusions
Now broken pieces in the air, a song
So many withered lies that defeat us
It's better not to look back

Everything is in the wind, sings the troubadour
Scaffolding that held nothing
Empty sets only
It's better not to look back, tear out our dreams
The gale is terrible, passions unleashed
That immeasurable fury
Of a hurricane, a hurricane

That sweeps the souls
With my string of lies
In the ditches, I see glass jars
Behind the glass, bifid tongues, small vipers
In the ditches, I see a gale that wants to tear out our dreams