El Tiempo en las Bastillas

They say that time keeps in its vaults
The things that man forgot
What nobody wrote
That which history never foresaw

And the seagulls fly to the ground
Bringing the life they have stolen from the sea
Who cares?
Let the seagulls fly the history of the sea

Save time in the Bastilles
A few seeds
That delivers a song
But there is a place where oblivion flourished

The Bastilles gather dust
Time is a seed
Maybe a song
But who will keep the things that are not of God

And they look for ants on the ground
Crumbs, crumbs until you make bread
Who would care?
Let the ants migrate their own truth

And my song is born from the cement
A flower that will die in the desert
And the song of a thrush
You will get lost in the noise of the big city

Save time in the Bastilles
A few seeds
That delivers a song
But there is a place where oblivion flourished

Save time in the Bastilles
A few seeds
That delivers a song
But who will keep the things that are not of God