Suppose
Suppose I tell you that
I miss another country and I want to return.
It's been so many years since I
If it is true that I lived or only dreamed it.
I went with my father without speaking,
We rarely spoke both,
It was enough to look at us
In the eyes and silence;
Blue winds grew on me ??
Suppose I tell you that
In this same space there is another city;
One of hypodermic and pain
Dark as a child sinking in alcohol,
Another blind and deaf without knowing
That the century is dying around,
The truth is so tragic
That death is nice
Icy winds walk in my ...
Suppose I point here
It is good to remember what one wanted to be.
We were the youth of the sun
The homeland our blood and everything vanished.
Someone walked with my song
With feet bleeding and without love,
They are not paid with gifts or medals
The tears,
Winds from the south repeat here?
Blue winds grew on me ??
Only among all we can make this a better place :)