Laberinto

And finally reaching the change did not achieve
sounds of waves foretold his destiny.
Clutching to walk where it is not
believing a little is also fun.
Another lonely afternoon, inside her cage,
her dry mouth remembers the clock.
More phrases tempting her, bottles that don't make noise,
eternal labyrinth from which she can't escape.
Clutching to that spell she will patiently wait
much will be lost, she will be ready again.
Rain and nights she couldn't give up
thunder and sorrows were heard.
Engrossed in reaching what isn't there
closing her eyes is also fun.
More phrases tempting her, bottles that don't make noise,
eternal labyrinth from which she can't escape.
Clutching to that spell she will patiently wait
much will be lost, she will be ready again.
She doesn't want to find the end yet she throws herself
but at least she burns the sky and that fire is already burning the waves,
the sky is there, it's the fire, the fog... the labyrinth is there...