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Chained

Tanxugueiras

encadear

Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear
Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear

Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear
Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
Píntome os beizos coa sangue das mans

E tortura será, túa será
Tortura será, túa será
Tortura será, túa será
Tortura será, túa será

O rito daquela noite
Espertou aves rapaces
Con ansia de alimentarse
Pero morrerán coa fame

O rito daquela noite
Destapou todos os nomes
Que firmaban con amores
Lazos de cravos e fouces

O rito daquela noite
Condenou aos xogadores
Aparentes gañadores
Quedan sen o ás

O cantar será
Morte sen puñal

Coñecemos o mal
Preferimos darvos a paz

Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear
Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear

Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear
Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
Píntome os beizos coa sangue das mans

Coa sangue das mans
Coa sangue das mans

Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear
Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear

Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
E non me quixen desencadear
Encadear, encadear, encadeeime
Píntome os beizos coa sangue das mans

Chained

Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free
Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free

Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free
Chained, chained, they chained me
I paint my lips with the blood from my hands

And it will be torture, it will be yours
It will be torture, it will be yours
It will be torture, it will be yours
It will be torture, it will be yours

The rite of that night
Awoke the hungry birds of prey
Eager to feed
But they will die of hunger

The rite of that night
Uncovered all the names
That signed with love
Ties of nails and sickles

The rite of that night
Condemned the players
Apparent winners
Left without the ace

The song will be
Death without a knife

We know the evil
We prefer to give you peace

Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free
Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free

Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free
Chained, chained, they chained me
I paint my lips with the blood from my hands

With the blood from my hands
With the blood from my hands

Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free
Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free

Chained, chained, they chained me
And they didn’t want to set me free
Chained, chained, they chained me
I paint my lips with the blood from my hands

Escrita por: Aida Tarrío Torrado, Olaia Maneiro Argibay, Sabela Maneiro Argibay