Red Tribe
Y al final encontré
Mis semejantes mis amantes
Amor sin un nombre
Luciérnagas brillantes
Místico color invencible
Cuando lo degolle
Un obscuro color llovía
La tristeza gritaba poesía
Viéndole los ojos me vi morir
Descansar es imposible
We ride the red horse
Evolution, revolution
This are my guns
A voice that sings a guitar that prays
Shoot me kill me again
It won't be the end
Resuenan danzas que regalamos
El fuego activa una flama inquieta
Danzantes descalzos buscan una sabiduría
Suena un tambor lanzando el llamado
Abuelos que vienen unen las manos con los humanos
Inquebrantable formando un espiral
Suena un tambor lanzando el llamado
Abuelos que vienen unen las manos con los humanos
Inquebrantable formando un espiral
Pinch yourself tiny tiny tiny
See your blood tell me what color you see?
Taste it, smell it aren't we the same?
We ride the red horse
Evolution, revolution
This are my guns
A voice that sings a guitar that prays
Shoot me kill me again
It won't be the end
This won't die, this won't die, this won't die
It's a tribe, we're alive, we're alive
This won't die, this won't die, this won't die
It's a tribe, we're alive, we're alive
Mis semejantes mis amantes
Amor sin un nombre
Luciérnagas brillantes
Místico color invencible
Cuando lo degolle
Un obscuro color llovía
La tristeza gritaba poesía
Viéndole los ojos me vi morir
Descansar es imposible
We ride the red horse
Evolution, revolution
This are my guns
A voice that sings a guitar that prays
Shoot me kill me again
It won't be the end
Resuenan danzas que regalamos
El fuego activa una flama inquieta
Danzantes descalzos buscan una sabiduría
Suena un tambor lanzando el llamado
Abuelos que vienen unen las manos con los humanos
Inquebrantable formando un espiral
Suena un tambor lanzando el llamado
Abuelos que vienen unen las manos con los humanos
Inquebrantable formando un espiral
Pinch yourself tiny tiny tiny
See your blood tell me what color you see?
Taste it, smell it aren't we the same?
We ride the red horse
Evolution, revolution
This are my guns
A voice that sings a guitar that prays
Shoot me kill me again
It won't be the end
This won't die, this won't die, this won't die
It's a tribe, we're alive, we're alive
This won't die, this won't die, this won't die
It's a tribe, we're alive, we're alive
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