Flores Muertas
Anabantha
Dead Flowers
Among dead flowers
My heart withered away
It died from the cold
Only one beat remained
Among dead flowers
My voice faded out
In this wilted garden
My soul forgave it all
Pull me out of here
Take me to a place
Where my roots can dream again
Pull me out of here
Take me to a place
Where my heart can start to beat again
Pull me out of here, take me to a place
Where the clouds will never betray again
Pull me out of here, take me to a place
Where my leaves and my fruits can shine again
Among dead flowers, the hurricane dragged me
It took me through clouds that spoke of betrayal
Among dead flowers, the wind has guided me
It cradled me in its arms, I no longer knew who I was
Pull me out of here
Take me to a place
Where my roots can dream again
Pull me out of here
Take me to a place
Where my heart can start to beat again
Pull me out of here, take me to a place
Where the clouds will never betray again
Pull me out of here, take me to a place
Where my leaves and my fruits can shine again
