Batalla Sin Luz

So many times he dreams of falling asleep,
As deep as a German submarine,
And he turns over
With the deadly black nicotine smoke,
Far from the oasis where he wants to live,
And he can't sleep
Filters and more filters are forming a mattress,
Where what’s left of him takes refuge...
(What’s left)

In the dreamlike sea, a battle without light,
He never really knew if he doesn’t want to lose,
And he jumps...
Thousands of soldiers are carrying their cross,
The same soldiers he tends to make up,
To fall asleep

And how nice is the dampness on the wall,
Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe...
How nice is the dampness on the wall,
Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe
He’s not so alone anymore, no

So many times he dreams of falling asleep,
As deep as a German submarine,
And he turns over...
With the deadly black nicotine smoke,
Far from the oasis where he wants to live,
And he can't sleep

Filters and more filters are forming a mattress,
Where what’s left of him takes refuge,
How nice is the dampness on the wall,
Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe
How nice is the dampness on the wall

Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe
How nice is the dampness on the wall
How nice is the dampness on the wall
Something unique maybe
He’s not so alone anymore, no!