La Vida En El Barandal
¿Qué más habrá por creer?
Evolucion te he perdido la fe
La decadencia manda desde antier
La religion sustituye al pensar
El arte solo produce maldad
El amor solo es un ideal
Nunca más! Lamentar!
Lo bueno de que el pasado sea ayer
Es que tarde o temprano llegaras
Y te observare caminando al revés!
Y todo el mundo mira para atrás!
¿Qué más habrá por creer?
Los dioses del hombre: Dinero y poder
Al parecer son la llave al placer
La religion ha perdido valor
El arte solo lo aprecia su autor
El amor se transforma en dolor
Lo bueno de.. Que el pasado sea ayer
Es que tarde o temprano llegaras
Te observare caminando al revés!
Y todo el mundo mira para atrás!
No hay crimen perfecto
La perfeccion si es un crimen fatal
En esto me he convertido, ya aprendi
El amor no se cumple jamás
En esto me he convertido!, ya aprendi
El amor no se cumple jamás
En esto me he convertido!, ya aprendi
El amor no se cumple jamás
Life on the Railing
What else is there to believe in?
Evolution, I have lost faith in you
Decadence rules since the day before yesterday
Religion replaces thinking
Art only produces evil
Love is just an ideal
Never again! To regret!
The good thing about the past being yesterday
Is that sooner or later you will arrive
And I will watch you walk backwards!
And everyone looks back!
What else is there to believe in?
The gods of man: Money and power
Apparently, they are the key to pleasure
Religion has lost value
Art is only appreciated by its creator
Love turns into pain
The good thing about the past being yesterday
Is that sooner or later you will arrive
I will watch you walk backwards!
And everyone looks back!
There is no perfect crime
Perfection is indeed a fatal crime
This is what I have become, I have learned
Love is never fulfilled
This is what I have become, I have learned
Love is never fulfilled
This is what I have become, I have learned
Love is never fulfilled