Angeles Del Olvido

I'm all dirty, more than
the car glass
my footprints, are footprints
looking for freedom.
For a couple of coins
the ranch rots.
I lose hope,
I have to buy it.
They stab defenseless
hearts of cement.
Crying with a sound and taste
of bitter pleasure.
Angels of oblivion, Angels
of oblivion, Angels of oblivion.
Too much cash, for my
dry well-being,
I feel tied to this damn sentence.
Settle their lives, and may
God bless them
Heal your trips, toads
from another well!
They stab defenseless
hearts of cement.
Crying with a sound and taste
of bitter pleasure.
Angels of oblivion, Angels
of oblivion, Angels of oblivion.