My mother said that when I took my life to the path of evil
and she failed to take care of me and I did not follow her advice
and that light that the blood knows how to give
opened a seraph on my back with my shape and with wings
and that angel is called and is my life
She also said that that angel invisible to all and also to me
the one who in the air is desolate
for a wind in the soul would give me in his wisdom the truth
and so it was that surely I took the path of life
with the strength of the angel in my walk
then through time I left
for suns that go to anxiety
but the angel was not, I did not lose the childhood
from school to my house, time yesterday
oh, oh, loneliness the attempt to scream for dreams
the truth that in man it was not given
Miss Onir constantly
when the moon in his journey
I broke the nights in the angel of alcohol
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Me desangro en las mesas y la luz de un amigo
es el ángel que guarda mi dolor.
Y la calle me junta con un ángel distinto,
con un hombre cualquiera como yo.
Duele saber que la cosa que quise de niño
era piel de ilusión.
Y que el ángel camina con los pies del cansancio
que nos trepa la vida por luchar.
Y se muere el relato de la madre que un día
nos dio un ángel de guía con su amor.
Después por el tiempo me fui,
por soles que van a la ansiedad.
Pero el ángel no estaba, lo perdí con la infancia,
de la escuela a mi casa, tiempo ayer.
Oh, soledad del intento de gritar por los sueños,
la verdad que en el hombre no se dio.
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