Los Zanqueros
La Máquina Camaleón
The Stilt Walkers
A city that rises
While we are all worried about being someone
Now I try to get lost in the mist
My reality and dream
Just to be a means
My pleasure is to give you another truth
If you listen to the wind sing
It tells you all the secrets
Old skills will die
No more mythologies
A lonely city burns
While we are all worried blaming someone
Now I try to get lost in the fire
And raise my mind and my ego
Listen to the wind sing
Knowing all the secrets
Old skills will die
And now I know
There are melodies within you
Sometimes your feet are roots
Wings must be burned
Dance around the flames
There are melodies within you
Sometimes your feet are roots
Wings must be burned
Dance around the flames
There are melodies within you (There are melodies within you)
Sometimes your feet are roots
Wings must be burned
Dance around the flames
