El Detenido
So many prints that heal without an explanation
In the floor of any place but they don't reach the sun
Where the reality sleeps hidden
I can no longer disappear without an explanation
In the air it will always be grapeshot to the heart
Blasts without cezar, anything that to forgive
To forgive...
I am a detainee I am
My owner not to rest
Missing person goes
I have learned how to hug the solitude
I have thousands of memories to arm
Anything that to forgive, anything that to forget...