Las Heridas

The wounds, of this life
Have not yet closed
This fear, that oppresses me
Today is something common

Freedoms, consumed
Do not manage to calm
It is my soul, that screams
It is my own truth

And although sometimes I thought I would heal
I am here and I shout
I will sing my song louder
This is my judgment

The wounds, of this life
Have not yet closed
This fear, that oppresses me
Today is something common

Freedoms, consumed
Do not manage to calm
It is my soul, that screams
It is my own truth

And although sometimes I thought I would heal
I am here and I shout
I will sing my song louder
This is my judgment