A Tus Pies
Dónde estará mi cristo?
Señálame el lugar
De apoco muere mi gente
Todo me hunde un poco más...
Cuál será su codicia?
La que hoy reina en mí
Tus espinas en mis ojos
Su rostro en mi sien
A tus pies. a tus pies. a tus pies
Dónde estará mi cristo?
Cuándo seré feliz ?
No pagué mis pecados?
Mis sacrificios no tienen fin
A tus pies. a tus pies. a tus pies.
Y todo sigue
Esquivando la mugre
De los días.
Que descanses...en paz
Busco una razón
Una verdad
Busco alquien
En quien confiar.
At Your Feet
Where will my savior be?
Point out the place
Little by little my people die
Everything sinks me a little more...
What will be their greed?
The one that reigns in me today
Your thorns in my eyes
His face on my temple
At your feet, at your feet, at your feet
Where will my savior be?
When will I be happy?
Have I not paid for my sins?
My sacrifices have no end
At your feet, at your feet, at your feet
And everything continues
Dodging the filth
Of the days
Rest in peace
I look for a reason
A truth
I look for someone
To trust in