Alas Heridas

I would like to fly to cross the seas
But I feel weak in my soul
Betrayed by my troubles without a care
I am beaten and wounded in my wings

I try to soar to the sky
But there I can't, my wounds hurt
I have my wings lying on the ground
I feel death very close to my life

Wounded wings that no longer lift me up
I would like to cry out of pure feeling
Wounded wings mercilessly beaten
By an ungrateful, dark thought

Damn, I can't believe in this misfortune
That I suffer without fault or sin
It's the consequences of soulless people
Who like to see us sacrificed like this

I would like to at least reach the shore
Of the sea with a bottomless depth
And let the waves drag me where
The world will never know the sadness of my life

Wounded wings that no longer lift me up
I would like to cry out of pure feeling
Wounded wings mercilessly beaten
By an ungrateful, dark thought