El Mercurio

We walked in the early morning and without money
With wet notebooks
Between neighborhood lies
Between lies of a city
That denied us wings

We walked diving into the dirt
And we had no bullets left
Just some stage
And some lyrics to awaken
The tired consciences
We shouted 'raise your fist like a tower of veins that has unleashed
The power of words'

And now the mercury of the 'abandoned' rises, rises
Who held silence in his fist
Turns the fire that was his passion
Into the most magical fire

And there was a train with no destination, a hurricane
In the middle of a path of many
That we chose with the world on our backs
And without thinking about the return, because we were far away and safe
We got on

A clock stopped in the depths of the soul
That raised the curtain, of a voice that stirred the calm

And now the mercury of the 'abandoned' rises, rises
Who held silence in his fist
Turns the fire that was his passion
Into the most magical fire