SONG BOOK:

 

DARK MORNING.

1.- It will be that I throw the future to the wind,

it will be, it will be that I don't see anything,

look how i beg to the Sky

that we don't continue suffering more;

you already see it, you already see it, you already see it

that I can not find;

you look at it, you look at it;

how I scream to the Sky

that it comes;

I don't tolerate more;

look how I think of me,

look how I think of me.

(Bis).

 

2.- And here the Black Flora comes

next to their Dark Morning,

she goes leaving to their step,

all faith, all hope,

she goes singing to the life,

she goes watering their trust,

without thinking of what comes,

without looking toward one morning.

 

3.- With her karma in the ribs,

she goes playing to the hope,

she goes dreaming in a future

for she and her race,

look how she walks,

look how she gets up,

every time that she trips

with the screams of her soul

 

STOP!

1.- It is not a legend, it is a reality,

in the one that we are put and we can not escape,

it happens right here, in your system;

you´ll be executed by your country, and your government.

 

Chorus: stop lies, stop misery,

disguised democracy this is your system

(Bis).

 

2.- You live quiet, alone and humiliated,

you are afraid to them, because you are penned.

 

3.- You want to protest this repression,

but you are afraid of dying as a faggot!

 

4.-govern after government this will always be the same thing;

poverty and misery will always be your punishment.

 

Chorus - Stop!

 

CREATURES OF RUBBER.

1.- And I swear for the one that comes,

son of the sadness,

and he paid for being heard.

words that left with the wind.

 

2.- If you want to try to forget your sins, don't forget to cry a little more

for the old and wandering soul... Wandering.

 

3.- Creature of taken a bath blood of stone,

that inhales the silence of the eternal life,

as a whisper lost in the time

it is allowed to listen his horrible lament

that remains silent that kills that ties,

that it suffers that deceives that lives,

that lives inside their childhood,

that it razes and it destroys their own kind

making feel a strong pain (To repeat 15 times).

 

4.- And fell from your front a tear of salt,

a myth that comes off,

it allows to see their clear and sad reality,

and it went by the mystery

of arising of among nothing,

of hating without compassion,

of escaping from the pit.

 

5.- And I swear for the one that comes,

son of the sadness,

angel of absent life,

hidden among their own ventanal.

 

MYSTIC CHANT.

1.- How it is possible

if you can not see it,

if you can not catch it,

much less to find it;

it is the pain that lies in your face,

hidden for a mantel

that it blinds your look of sadness

look how a song, mystic song

hides your strange faith.

 

2.-grow, in your interior,

the dreams of the heart

You will wander for always...

 

3.-if you can not conquer them,

if you can not control them,

if you can not manage them,

if you can not destroy them.

 

4.- You go to the Sky,

while I look for the Hell.

For blame of your sins

I will be condemned.

 

IT´S GONE.

1.-to find the exact point,

of how you live and why,

if you don't realize if you are alone,

If you live caressing,

and hiding your silence,

you will leave eternally somehow.

It´s gone, it´s gone.

 

NATURE'S INQUISITION.

1.- She is one more of man,

it is something that grows without reason,

she is a maiden that sleeps in silence,

when she awakes will find their destruction.

 

2.- They contaminate, they kill and they destroy.

Without compassion they raze the ambient.

Human beings, "intelligent race".

They are the procreators of the death, of the death.

 

3.- They step, drag and fuck you up .

It is as a terror story;

and this is not the easy life;

this is a curse, curse, curse...

 

4.- They destroy your future,

and you don't support the punishment,

and you will look for the way to escape

of this damned, damned place,

damned, damned place.

 

AVAILABLE LIVES.

1.- Little by little traveling,

a dark thought,

it is part of the reality,

it is a medieval thing.

 

2.- It is a secret life,

that takes refuge in your bowel,

you won't know the world,

neither neither you will have tomorrow.

 

3.- It is not a history, neither a lie,

to see how they die for their pain,

murdered by their own parents,

where are the human rights?

 

Chorus:available lives, available lives.

(Bis).

 

CORRUPT SYSTEM.

1.- How many students do they have to kill?,

false democracy, where is the freedom?,

slave of a system, they want to manipulate you,

they deceive us and fuck you up,

they don't leave you neither to think.

 

2.- Your education is scum ,

but if you protest the police kills you,

public services are not good for anything,

but the water never misses bourgeoises.

 

3.- The boy in his ranch cries for his food,

while the corrupt one is given the good life,

it travels to the exterior with our money,

and to our peasant,

they put it in a hole, noooooooo..!

 

repeat the 1º verse.

 

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