Today is the time for another southeast wind
The wind awakens in new coordinates
The north no longer hides when it finds your gaze
Let forgotten emotions emerge

They are the sounds that generate mantras
The screams that come from the soul
They are those rivers of torn waters
The cold on the face of inhabiting nothingness

They are the sounds that generate mantras
The screams that come from the soul
They are those rivers of torn waters
They are your heartbeats looking for a place

Eh, eh, every path is possible
Eh, in the subtlety of the invisible
Eh, the world appears formidable
They are your heartbeats looking for a place

It will bleed and you will heal that wound
It will cry and you will close that wound
And the abyss of the night that never ends
Is always embraced by the hope of the incipient day

With what lie do you sell your truth?
With what mirage in the desert?
And how expensive is your disguise?
What convinces you that everything is true?

If you surrender without fear to this intoxication
And delve into dreams you do not know
There is always something more, behind what you fear
And that peace will find you if this time you do not hide

With what lie do you sell your truth?
With what mirage in the desert?
And how expensive is your disguise?
What convinces you that everything is true?

If you surrender without fear to this intoxication
And delve into dreams you do not know
There is always something more, behind what you fear
And that peace will find you if this time you do not hide

With what lie do you sell your truth?
With what mirage in the desert?
And how expensive is your disguise?
What convinces you that everything is true?

If you surrender without fear to this intoxication
And delve into dreams you do not know
There is always something more, behind what you fear
And that peace will find you if this time you do not hide

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