El Hombre De Papel
Radio Futura
The Paper Man
He was a paper man
He was a toy of the wind
Who in the sky of illusion found his own hell.
And when dawn arrived, a labyrinth of intensity
In the purple corner of the hand of loneliness.
In his smile, I existed
A gentle cataclysm is announced
But the same love
Opens an abyss between us.
I would exchange my betrayal for commitment
But deep down in commitment lies a greater betrayal
The war never ends for the children of terror
I am guided by another voice
I am indigenous to a land that never existed.
He was a paper man
He was a toy of the wind
Who in the sky of illusion found his own hell.
And when dawn arrived, a labyrinth of intensity
In the purple corner of the hand of loneliness.
He was a paper man
He was a toy of the wind.
