The things sometimes twist I tell you by the way

and you are in front of that open desert

with the silent ice and the slow anger

as old as the same world

the affection and the spite,

the road that I have walked, if

but a desert is a desert.

I already know why it won to our lip the silence,

and it is that the clock doesn't have the time

he/she doesn't have the fear

the case is that we are not able

to isolate ourselves of the rest of

this world

where the humans, change the dreams for air

give me some excuse that it saves us

or that they swallow us seven seas

but don't take off the anger.

Become trained your hands

the palms that you see them opens up

and now, tell me if you even have left some hope

in them

become trained your hands, those,

with those that we caress ourselves

and today we make ourselves,

so much damage, so much damage love.

perhaps why for you alone I am a zero to the left

and there is not way that it multiplies my affection for your

you win,

and they give us but that zero

already you why it won to our lip the silence,

and it is that the clock doesn't have the time,

he/she doesn't have the fear,

he/she doesn't have the fire...

don't worry that today is Sunday and God rests

let us enjoy the moment

and of this place that he/she gives us.

Give me some excuse that it saves us

o que nos traguen siete mares

but don't take off the anger

Become trained your hands

the palms that you see them opens up

and now, tell me if you even have left some hope

in them

become trained your hands, those,

with those that we caress ourselves

and today we make ourselves, so much damage.

Become trained your hands...

that mine have gotten tired of trying to catch the one

world

with the tight fists...

become trained your hands, those,

with those that we caress ourselves

and today we make ourselves, so much damage