Dame Aire

Accustomed to the stench,
that the abyss gives off,
leave your mind in suspension
and surely you see everything differently.

Introduced by mistake,
in a great labyrinth.
Any resemblance to reality,
is just a damn mirage.

Give me air to breathe,
holy water and an altar,
where I can quench my sorrows.
Give me air!
Give me air!

Dazed by the lethargy,
that gives us the same.
I look for a vaccine against heartbreak,
the most fertile boredom and snobbery.

Give me air to breathe,
holy water and an altar,
where I can quench my sorrows.

Another hope somewhat real,
dreams that I can invent,
extremes of that burning light.

Underneath the skin,
the tide is rising,
don't ask why.
No!

Give me air! Give, give, give me
Give me air! Give, give, give me
Give me air! Give, give, give me
Give me air! Give, give, give me

Give me air to breathe,
holy water and an altar,
where I can quench my sorrows.
Another hope somewhat real,
dreams that I can invent,
extremes of that burning light.
Give me air!