De Tope Al Fondo
Cultura Profética
From Top to Bottom
How time has passed,
Suddenly so violent.
Laughter erased from me.
Because I feel nothing.
Nothing beats here.
Nothing is heard here.
Here, don't come back for anything.
I don't see myself the same in you anymore,
And I don't like seeing myself like this,
The glass of this dream broke,
I search in our April.
And I feel nothing.
Nothing beats here.
Nothing is heard here.
Here, don't come back for anything.
Because you have fallen, black,
From top to bottom.
How deep you have fallen,
From top to bottom.
How deep you have fallen,
From top to bottom, to the bottom.
How deep you have fallen,
From top to bottom, from my heart,
How you have fallen.
To think that loving you was once my art,
Taking care of you and constantly enlightening you.
Today my guitar stays awake the same,
But it doesn't sound the same.
Because I feel nothing.
Nothing beats here.
Nothing is heard here.
Here, don't come back for anything.
How it was...
From top to bottom.
How deep you have fallen,
From top to bottom.
How deep you have fallen,
From top to bottom, to the bottom.
How deep you have fallen,
From top to bottom, from my heart,
How you have fallen.
Black... How it was,
How deep you have fallen.
