Nos Hizo De Menos

Let's let the wind speak, the wind that
Whispers with its voice.
Occasion of great bonds, small islands
Screaming at once.
Sufferings that yesterday we tried to hate
The dark shadows of enmity
Crazy formalisms, mud not to step on
The sweet smile of its great falseness.
Believe for what, tired of seeing we run
For the yes what else can we do
In loneliness time
Becomes badly eternal breathing tired
That mark the system already tired
Of not thinking wishing to climb
The ladder towards good wishing to escape
From this unreal planet
Crazy formalisms, mud not to step on
The sweet smile of its great falseness
Believe for what, tired of seeing
We run for the yes what else can
We do pretending to be
Better to die we run for the yes
What else can we do. your father, your mother wanted to give us
Plays without being able to change the
World made us less deep breath
To a better world lying down
Backwards towards a heart
The world made us less.