Tie their wings to graceless thoughts
With another's anxiety impose the north
Gray creatures alienate their minds
And curve the souls with dull winds
Lack of ideals, we satiate of appetites,
The routine push to us away from the dreams ;
The pleasure seduce to us, ambition deify to us
And we beg for crumbs of power and love.
Pieces of a mold without charm are pale
Shadows of majesty censure the amorphous
Lights of daybreak that their tight vision
Can't let them to look
The evening will fall reviving my illusions
When the rain can't freeze my worth.
We ignore truths and presume lies
The world is cover to us slowly in its anxiety,
We breathe at two times and follow the line
For fear to the madness, for fright to the
Solitude.
But, who is more mad, who plays or who
Dances ? and who is more lonely, the lord or
The slave ? if madness, fear, insanity and
Solitude cover voraciously at the pastor and
His herd.
The evening will fall reviving my illusions
When the rain can't freeze my worth.