Lluvia del porvenir
Radio Futura
Rain of the Future
The spell of the enemies
Of this dark town that will bloom
From the black sky falls the rain
Tears of joy flood my eyes
Exhaling their soul like a perfume
Our dead will rest
A meteor moving away from the horizon
Was the spirit poisoning the air
No more sharp blades in the breeze
My thoughts grow towards the sky
There is abundant water in this wasteland
And the colors have returned to their face
She understands what I can't say
And now my warrior pride is reborn
Her purity moves me so much
Like the strange freedom of her customs
And she emerges from the water with a new body
With no memory for the two of us
Exhaling their soul like a perfume
Our dead will rest
There is abundant water in this wasteland
And the colors have returned to their face
And she emerges from the water with a new body
With no memory for the two of us
