Behind the walls
yesterday that you have raised
I pray that you still breathe.
support my back and I hope that I embrace
through the wall of my days.
And scratched rocks,
and scratched stones.
and scratched stones to me.
Faint, I hear your words
approaching the rock and roll bands
and shake a little,
worn walls
questions and feel of your voice.
And scratched rocks,
and scratched stones.
and scratched stones to me.
and if I‘m tired of gritarte
is that I just want to wake up.
And finally I see your eyes
crying from the bottom
and begin to love you with all my skin.
and dig up abrazarte
and hands me bleed
But how free are we going to grow
And scratched rocks,
and scratched stones.
and scratched stones to me.
scratches and rocks,
and scratched stones.
and scratched stones to me.