If the first look is what it is worth
This is already taught by mothers
I regained my sanity towards a common grave
Sewn to questions
Agrio It is the taste
Of the night in abandonment
It will be the day in which it begins
The return
My memory hinders me
The senses distract me
br/>And they are wrong
In the waters of certainty
We made the promise
Of the waters of pokara
And the perfume that emanates from sex
It will melt ¡ in a new cry
I have never trusted very thin lips
I flee from them like a fugitive, and you tame the waves
That breaks against my veins, you purify the air
In the waters of certainty, we made the promise
Of the waters of pokara
And the perfume that emanates from sex
Will melt into a new cry
Of the embers from a constellation
To the perishable world
Blessed was the cause of my fortune
And from the land lost in childhood
To the perishable world
Blessed was the house of my fortune
Something that I have not been allowed
And that now I search among your bones
Something that from so far away
I thought it wasn't, I thought it wasn't my style
When you abandon your dream you will know
That you have died
And the worms are always hungry
The East does not believe in sarcasm
That once ruled us, I am the tamed lion
In the waters of certainty
We made the promise
Of the waters of pokara
And the perfume that emanates from sex
Will melt into a new cry
From the embers of a constellation
To the perishable world
Blessed was the cause of my fortune
And from the land lost in childhood
To the perishable world
Blessed was the house of my fortune
Something that they have not allowed me
And that now I search among your bones
Something that from so far away
I thought it wasn't, I thought it wasn't my style
When you abandon your dream you will know
That you have died
And the worms are always hungry
The East does not believe in sarcasm
That once ruled us, I am the tamed lion
br/>In the waters of certainty
We made the promise
Of the waters of pokara
And the perfume that emanates from sex
Will melt into a new cry
br/>From the embers of a constellation
To the perishable world
Blessed was the cause
Of my fortune
And of the land lost in childhood
To perishable world
Blessed was the house of my fortune
Something that I have not been allowed
And that now I search among your bones
Something that from so far away
I believed which wasn't
I thought it wasn't my style