In a testament without names or prizes
Without "rights" or "wrongs"
You say to me you've written a song
Without "rights" or "wrongs"
You say to me you've written a song
Talking about a broken angel
That, without benevolence or love
Was expelled from above
A broken angel that doesn't know the truth
A broken angel that disown the youth
A broken angel of broken wings
A broken angel that doesn't have anybody
A broken angel of disturbed mind and body
A broken angel that can't feel the wind
With pity in the heart and dubiety in the mind
He goes on, moving in silence
He doesn't have anyone to tell you what to do
Poor boy, he's surrounded by a wire fence
With ragged visual and bad expressions
He tells me: "I was so down
Can you show me a town... That accepts me?"
He wants to kneel
But doesn't know if can
After he did a lot of maleficence
A broken angel with broken face
Where is he from, where is his place?
A broken angel with crooked paces
A broken angel that sings lullabiues
A broken angel that goes by my side
A broken angel asking for help
With pity in the heart and dubiety in the mind
He goes on, moving in silence
He doesn't have anyone to tell you what to do
Poor boy, he's surrounded by a wire fence
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