Jeremías Pies de Plomo

The cement sinks under his step
Silence breaks into pieces
His eye sees beyond the ideal object

Who can bear his presence?
Who can hear his voice?
All that's left is to hope that when we meet
We think alike

Jeremiah is about to arrive
With his feathered beast of freedom

I want to be one of those on his side
And live in freedom
I no longer want to be gagged
It's time to speak

The lies are over
This can't go on
These are the steps of Jeremiah
He who never looks back

Jeremiah is about to arrive
With his feathered beast of freedom