El Tuerto y Los Ciegos

Bare from the cold and beautiful as yesterday
As precise as two and two make three
She came to me, I could barely see her
I learned to hide my stupidity

Welcome Cassandra
Welcome to the sun and my childhood
Keep on dancing around
Even though we are always few
Who can't believe you

You told them a story knowing how to tell it
And they believed your soul was troubled
Mediocrity is normal for some
Madness is being able to see beyond

Dance and dance, Cassandra
I say very very clearly I could see
I'm not talking about ghosts or God
I just tell you about the things
That you usually lose