Deseo Del Lúcido Suicida Preso
Pastoral
Desire of the Lucid Imprisoned Suicidal
Whistle at me from above now
To know once and for all
Where you are
I want to go to meet you
Woman in gray
Dressed in the sad magic
Of total wisdom
Save me from this cage
Where my anchored body dies
Floating, among landscapes of blood
Take me out of this cage
Men of violent metal
Take me out
Because tomorrow, without being killed, I will die
And the Earth will keep spinning the same
And time will keep passing the same
But my words will keep talking to you
