Guerras Perdidas

Swallowing words you realize
That sometimes the logical is the most difficult
And little by little you are getting closer
To the fire in the flame that burns
To the butterflies

Blue and white among the ashes
The lifeless wings of suicidal flights
And I understand them because I have felt
The blinding light of a forbidden fire

And that's how...

How the story gets tangled
How time twists
How you go blind
And that's how, that's how, that's how
How you start believing your own lies
And then the silence becomes a lament of lost wars
Of lost wars

Who could be so blind to crash
Head-on into the fire like a butterfly
Who could be so crazy to exchange
The morning sun for the flame
Of any fire...
Of any fire...
Of a fire
Of a fire
Of any fire...
Of any fire of lost wars
Lost...

Blue and white among the ashes
The lifeless wings of suicidal flights
And I understand them because I have felt
The blinding light of a forbidden fire
Of a forbidden game

And that's how...

How the story gets tangled
How time twists
How you go blind
And that's how, that's how, that's how
How you start believing your own lies
And then the silence becomes a lament of lost wars
Of lost wars

Who could be so blind to crash
Head-on into the fire like a butterfly
Who could be so crazy to exchange
The morning sun for the flame
Of any fire...
Of any fire...
Of a fire
Of a fire
Of any fire...
Of lost wars...
Of lost wars...

Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I live again
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I live again

Of any fire of lost wars
Lost...

For saying it
Saying it
Saying it like this

Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I keep living