Cuerpo Sin Alma

I will run, I will run until I see you well.
I will run, I will run until I see you well.
I will run, I will run until I see you well.
I will run, I will run until I see you well.

This song that I sing, I sing it with you,
with the voice that remains of those who are no longer here.
The landscape still remains alive and there you run,
your shadow harbored the local elves.

May your bloodied wing heal,
your broken wing, your winged soul.

In solitude, the world sinks wanting to float,
forgive me God, but I don't know where you are.
This song that I sing is born from the pain
that swept everything away and left my body without a soul.
Body without a soul.

I will run, I will run until I see you well.
I will run, I will run until I see you well.

In this tear that falls, I can shipwreck,
or I can save myself, it depends on the sea.
If two traitors pirate inner storms,
or if the one who can't take it anymore, will never abandon you.

May your bloodied wing heal,

This cry arises from the heart,
which once pumped some extra liters.
Out of longing, desire, magic, madness, and passion,
that coagulated in this song of body without a soul.
Body without a soul.

Body without a soul.
Body without a soul.
Body without a soul.
Body without a soul.
Body without a soul.

Without a soul the body, nothing remains,
the broken soul, the bloodied wing.
Body without a soul, mind without calm,
naked heart, abandoned soul.
Abandoned soul, poorly accompanied,
ill of these days of body without a soul.