Los Varados de Torres

Dawn breaks, sometimes shivers, the mist climbing beyond
What they can see, what they want to see
The exiles of your empire are going there
Hopefully the rain won't take away another dream
The tide of this shore tends to be fiercer than that of a sea

The bridge is seen gathering people, lined up to cross
May the train that invites them to be not leave
The expelled from your kingdom are going there
Hopefully the breeze won't turn into a storm
And the current of this shore will only wash away sorrows

If I delve into the threshold of fears, always there
His enigmatic gaze like a hiding place of evil
And tells a story that no one dares to tell
That just as he appears, Rubén cried for loves

Hopefully they were there if one day I want to know
One is the owner of what has been traveled, and some trace can still be seen
Steps to climb, steps to fall
Who has nowhere to return never had anywhere to go

Suburban cumbias sound, ghosts shine
A Carlos Gardel sounds without honey, time or temple
Entangled in lies, the truth sounds
Today may be a great day, or they are prisoners of your city
The coin that only looks gives the chosen one always to the local

Like ants looking for the exit of a train to return
They go to war, throw stones, and in sorrows they dance candombe
Hopefully the shadows won't hurry to arrive
Their homes are the trenches, besieged night

And if I burst into the cause of fears, always there
His gaze is a curse and in the vestibule of evil
And tells a story that no one dares to tell
That just as he appears, Rubén cried for fears!

Hopefully they were there if one day I want to know
One is the owner of what has been traveled, and some trace can still be seen
Steps to climb, steps to fall
Who has nowhere to return never had anywhere to go

Hopefully they were there if one day I want to know
Who has nowhere to return never had anywhere to go