Ángeles De Piedra
Ella sale como siempre
escapando, escapando.
Su mirada ausente
la luna que no hay, está alta.
Su pálido rostro ríe y llora
ya jamas regresará.
Ella lo sabe , lo presiente
esta vez cruzó la puerta.
Esculturas sin alma
ella siente caer la tierra.
Esculturas, cruces blancas
ángeles de piedra.
Escalando fríamente el retrato
la expresión de su cara
ella lo sabe , lo presiente
ya jamás regresará.
Ella no puede ni quiere regresar
ella ríe hasta llorar
Esta vez cruzó la puerta
ya jamás regresará.
Esculturas sin alma
ella siente caer la tierra.
Esculturas, cruces blancas
ángeles de piedra.
Stone Angels
She goes out as always
escaping, escaping.
Her absent gaze
the moon that isn't there, is high.
Her pale face laughs and cries
she will never return.
She knows it, she senses it
this time she crossed the door.
Sculptures without soul
she feels the earth falling.
Sculptures, white crosses
stone angels.
Climbing coldly the portrait
the expression on her face
she knows it, she senses it
she will never return.
She can't and doesn't want to return
she laughs until she cries
This time she crossed the door
she will never return.
Sculptures without soul
she feels the earth falling.
Sculptures, white crosses
stone angels.