Amapola del 66

After the rain, the birds bathed your yesterday's fatigue
Society of stolen faces, they peel off your skin
Sow poems of dreams from yesterday that transcend the being
Old glass capturing my journey doesn't decide the end

It's not a reissue, it's redemption
Stand up, man of illusion
The ancestral NOA rains continue but the time is now
Wicker trains of the dream of rock of that naivety

Everything is alive despite the pain... if you smile at me
Rivers of strings that come from you right to my heart

It's not a reissue, it's redemption
Stand up, man of illusion
After so much walking, I fell into myself
A universe waiting for me
There's no ghost or desperation
Now I know you're there

Poppy of '66, in which body are you today?
A soul travels to the sun, to the sun

The ancestral NOA rains continue, but the time is now
Wicker trains of the dream of rock of that naivety

Everything is alive despite the pain... if you smile at me
Rivers of strings that come from you right to my heart

It's not a reissue, it's redemption
Stand up, man of illusion
Man of illusion