Monte de olvidos

In the desert
Situated in nothingness
Winged horse
On the salt
Shadows from the sky
In a spiral
Bright colors will rain down

With my imagination, I'll build
A path to wherever I want to go
A moving, expanding rainbow

Each color will be an idea
A thought
With your brush, you'll create frameworks of feelings

Don't be afraid, it's gonna be alright
Trace the path with your brush
It's not a mirage, it's your vision
Sirens sing the other song

Throwing Canaros from the balcony
They're the cloning vampires
Mountains of forgetting, without love
Polishing heroes of this passion