Llevate La Historia
Real de Catorce
Take Away The Story
Young cardenistas were
murdered this early morning
by several strangers...
Take away the story
where I can't find it
drown it in the dunes
bury it in the sea
erase my hands
take me out of the fear of that street
blindfold me
toss me to kill.
I'm tired of bleeding for you
to always throw myself from the sun
I'm a child armed to the teeth
you play at touching my heart
you've rented the sky just for you
among your toys, the planet.
Think it was a dream
that I never stepped on any stairs
nor kissed the flowers, nor tasted love.
Light my wings
burn every corner that saw you
keep everything, everything is for you.
I'm tired of bleeding for you
to always throw myself from the sun
I'm a child armed to the teeth
you play at touching my heart
you've rented the sky just for you
among your toys, the planet.
