Entrada Sin Salida

Silence said the one who was alone
Silence said the one who heard nothing
Silence said the one who was deaf
Who couldn't hear a single word

He sang a song with his mouth closed
Looked around and there was nothing with his eyes
He was alive and then lost his soul
Everything is so contradictory
And a strange situation because he lost his beloved
And in the midst of pain everyone calls him crazy
He lives in an illusion of recovering his soul
Because she was his soul and he doesn't see her in his eyes

Entrance without exit
Misfortune for his life
On his straight path he found a wall
His clock no longer ticks
And a lit candle still remains in a corner and nothing of her

And I am that man who has two versions
My life cries without having her by my side
Living on illusions
Stuck in corners
Searching for an answer to my sentence

Sentence, because I am condemned to pain
Misfortune because yesterday I had her and lost her
I have only had in mind that living soul
She is the one who calms my suffering

Entrance without exit
Misfortune for his life
On his straight path he found a wall
His clock no longer ticks
And a lit candle still remains in a corner and nothing of her

His light is that candle he placed on a Christ
Offering promises if his beloved returns
His light is seeing things as they were at the beginning
Or the one that sneaks in through the window
The body, heart, and soul are the trio
That together always give life to a man
His body carries a broken heart inside
And the soul that was hers is still lost

Entrance without exit
Misfortune for his life
On his straight path he found a wall
His clock no longer ticks
And a lit candle still remains in a corner and nothing of her
And I am that man who has two versions
My life cries without having her by my side
Living on illusions
Stuck in corners
Searching for an answer to my sentence

Sentence, because I am condemned to pain
Misfortune because yesterday I had her and lost her
I have only had in mind that living soul
She is the one who calms my suffering

Entrance without exit
Misfortune for his life
On his straight path he found a wall
His clock no longer ticks
And a lit candle still remains in a corner and nothing of her