Lo Soñado y Lo Vivido

Let time run out
Let silence invade the place
Let it become a tide and drag me towards the sea

What is the mystery?
What is the power of this God?
What is the reason for feeling this pain now?

I want to know, tell me why

I want to know, tell me why
I put my life at your feet
There will be no more verses talking about me
Today you must come with me to oblivion

Take me there, where I don't feel pain
Burn this old wound again
I drag in this sentence
The trap that time invented
The eternal function

Let the heat go out
Let the games stay behind

Let the passion extinguish
That clouds the truth

Now I am your owner
Your soul is buried
But if it tries to escape
The crying will be a storm

I want to know, tell me why
After you, there is nothing
Strong is the stone you must break
Today you must cry fearing oblivion

Take me there, where I don't feel pain
Burn this old wound again
I drag in this sentence
The image that yesterday seemed forgotten

Again my eyes
Tears spring in
The final sigh of my will

And wherever your soul goes
It will carry a cold stone
To silence the beats
Escaping through its cracks

Passions are over
Unleashing storms
Unable to break
A stone in two halves

It's not time that traps you
For you owe it nothing
But when the clock stops
The grim reaper will rise to reign

It will cover everything in its path
It will drag us into oblivion
It will erase from memory
The dreamed and the lived

The stone seal broke
Nothing will witness your humanity

Let the dream end
Let this moment die now
Let the withered flower dissolve as we walk

Free from this spell
I have managed to see
That the curtain of time
Falls erasing this final act

I want to know, tell me why
I put my life at your feet
There will be no more verses talking about me
Today you must come with me to oblivion

Take me there, where I don't feel pain
Burn this old wound again
I drag in this sentence
The trap that time invented

Cry for me, you won't feel pain anymore
(I won't feel pain anymore)
It won't burn that old wound
(My old wound)
I drag in this sentence
An empty soul
A tired body
Witness a final
Of oblivion and loneliness