La Gran Victoria Sobre La Muerte

Don´t try to explain yourself

Why red is in your ears

A hero standing out there

Waiting for the sun to rise in a cross

Never walk with your eyes so open

Never walk with your heart so broken

He’s so alone

He’s so alone

He’s so… long long way to go

I stood close to that little lily

I stood close to a single feeling

I stood close to a crowd screaming

I stood far from my sense of living

In your mind you are framing people

Made from wood and hate

With your broken black scissors

In your mirrow there’s no more peace oh!

Try to recognize yourself

With your wisdome

I said, i want you for for

Stand near the window and smoke a cigarette

Same floor with a little crow dying all alone.

I don’t want to see that.

I stood close to that little lily