Tempestades de Sal
Sés
Salt Storms
In this land that makes a will
That welcomes the laments and encourages forgetting
Infected with usurious blood
Modern chieftains, patrons of evil
I live inside a mountain of sand
Dyed with tar that doesn't clean the sea
With the hope of catching my breath
To see the moment of our liberation
Yet we're still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those serpents and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the darkest mourning
That forgets exile and fear to fight
When the marks are etched in iron
And pain and envy don't let us smile
The hardships go beyond hunger
Lacking the identity that helps to live
Only the noise of rage is calmed
With the strength that burns in the throat when screaming
We want to heal the rift
Forget the sadness and start anew
Yet we're still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those serpents and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the darkest mourning
That forgets exile and fear to fight
In this land that makes a will
That welcomes the laments and encourages forgetting
Infected with usurious blood
Modern chieftains, patrons of evil
I live inside a mountain of sand
Dyed with tar that doesn't clean the sea
With the hope of catching my breath
To see the moment of our liberation
Yet we're still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those serpents and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the darkest mourning
That forgets exile and fear to fight
Yet, yet, yet we're still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those serpents and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the darkest mourning
That forgets exile and fear to fight
