Víctimas

I carry your foggy days
Your stone faces
Your chai teas
Your goodbye, your three forty
Your stormy mouth
Never-ending

I carry the rotten wound
From some bite
With certainty
I have empty hours
For all the lies
That I wanted to tell

And it's inevitable to go back
We are both victims and perpetrators
The lonely winter fractured us
You play mind games because you know I miss you and you see me
And there are no eternal resignations without freedom

I carry the tie face
Your attacking forehead
And some sign
I want to have a rescue
So they untie me
The final rope

I dream of breathing again
We are both victims and perpetrators
The lonely winter fractured us
You play mind games because you know I miss you and you see me
And there are no eternal resignations without freedom

How to find you if I am so lost
Nobody returns alive from oblivion
Without you, doll, it makes no sense and you know
That there are no eternal resignations without freedom

You will illuminate the same sorrow
Lonely moon of the suburb
The scents are inevitable
That fade the colors
That you paint and repaint

And where I don't know, I no longer travel
On a long road without shortcuts
While I miss you, I fall apart and you know
There are a thousand memories unborn to remember

How to find you, if I am so lost
Nobody returns alive from oblivion
Without you, doll, it makes no sense and you know
That there are no eternal resignations without freedom

I carry your foggy days
Your stone faces
Your chai teas