Viejas mascarillas
Luis Alberto Spinetta
Old Masks
Come and see
Old masks from the island of Haiti
Come and give
All your words to this truth
What passion in my skin
The eternal lava will cover them
Their white souls will burn
And the volcanoes will mate
Centuries destroyed under that fire
So much pain
Old puppets from the island of the sun
What passion in my skin,
The eternal lava will burn them
Their white souls will be covered
And the volcanoes will mate
Centuries destroyed under that fire
So much pain
Old masks corrupted by the sun.
