Tormenta de arena
Radio Futura
Sandstorm
Like a chained specter
I crossed the market fleeing from the sun
oh I saw, those heartless lips
put a price on your heart
wings of a wounded bird
I tore the veil of darkness
no one saw in my eyes
the gleam of a peace knife.
In the air a question to god
the desert invaded the city
the sandstorm arrived
and dragged a whirlwind of evil
and now I'm turned into a salt statue
next to the well of your tears.
Like a chained specter
I crossed the market fleeing from the sun
oh I saw, those heartless lips
put a price on your heart
wings of a wounded bird
I tore the veil of darkness
no one saw in my eyes
the gleam of a peace knife.
In the air a question to god
the desert invaded the city
the sandstorm arrived
and dragged a whirlwind of evil
and now I'm turned into a salt statue
next to the well of your tears.
