Sueños de Mendigos

Dreams of naked villages,
Winds that open souls,
Illuminated alleys
By the hunger
Of the beggars of love.

There will always be
Those who want to stay,
Only those who want to break free will leave.

Moving sands,
Shaken
By our thirst wounds,
Dry dams
That broke
Because of the empty words
From yesterday.

There will always be
Those who want to stay,
Only those who want to break free will leave.