Idioma Origen:
Fry as a statue of salt In a Dry until the bones to cry and dead mausoleo of crystal as it can be Tiberio in its huacal
Everything in ruins as the Single Partenón as Pale Columbus like a Bitter Smooth Mona like a lemon Wrinkled like accordion finished
Like the Esfinge when It lost his nose Like Alexander Magno Without his sword and its dart Like a Christian poor man in the heat of Roman empire
I look for something that can answer Because I am tired to think How it is that the seconds pass and I survive this universal deluge
Without more effort the explanation Appears in an old drawer and in less than a single fraction It returns to live and it gets dressed green the heart
It returns, returns
It returns, it returns
Uuhhhhhh'
That my life slides by the sewer ooh That my feet to be unemployed have calluses That I do not know how decirte that I am strange to you and already in these I have passed more of a year oooh
It returns, returns
It returns, it returns
Uuhhhhhh'
That my boat is sinking in mud ooh That of anguish I have bitten until the elbows That my world is empty and boring That I die by tenerte here with me oooh
It returns, returns
It returns, it returns
Uuhhhhhh'
Idioma Destino:
Fry as a statue of salt In a Dry until the bones to cry and dead mausoleo of crystal as it can be Tiberio in its huacal
Everything in ruins as the Single Partenón as Pale Columbus like a Bitter Smooth Mona like a lemon Wrinkled like accordion finished
Like the Esfinge when It lost his nose Like Alexander Magno Without his sword and its dart Like a Christian poor man in the heat of Roman empire
I look for something that can answer Because I am tired to think How it is that the seconds pass and I survive this universal deluge
Without more effort the explanation Appears in an old drawer and in less than a single fraction It returns to live and it gets dressed green the heart
It returns, returns
It returns, it returns
Uuhhhhhh'
That my life slides by the sewer ooh That my feet to be unemployed have calluses That I do not know how decirte that I am strange to you and already in these I have passed more of a year oooh
It returns, returns
It returns, it returns
Uuhhhhhh'
That my boat is sinking in mud ooh That of anguish I have bitten until the elbows That my world is empty and boring That I die by tenerte here with me oooh
It returns, returns
It returns, it returns
Uuhhhhhh'