Mirage
When a heart strays from reality
When thirsty the soul is
And only vinegar moistens her lips
Everything fades all was a dream
I pretend to be real but I'm just a mirage
Sleep's my anesthesia my forehead buries me
Going through rubble I go slowly
Yesterday a bird sang today I feel stunned
The parable of suffering
Turning after a bone
Who will come to rummage in my bed?
¡My Corpse Cries!
¡My arms cry!
¡Feel my sorrow! (Feel my pain)
Sew my wings
With new thread
When thirsty the soul is
And only vinegar moistens her lips
Everything fades all was a dream
I pretend to be real but I'm just a mirage
Sleep's my anesthesia my forehead buries me
Going through rubble I go slowly
Yesterday a bird sang today I feel stunned
The parable of suffering
Turning after a bone
Who will come to rummage in my bed?
¡My Corpse Cries!
¡My arms cry!
¡Feel my sorrow! (Feel my pain)
Sew my wings
With new thread
Credits
Writer(s): Jesús David Valderrama Domínguez, Julian Andres Zuñiga Pasiminio
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