La gran victoria sobre la muerte

Don´t try to explain yourself
Why red is in your ears
A hero standing out there
Waiting for the sun to rise in a cross

Never walk with your eyes so open
Never walk with your heart so broken
He’s so alone
He’s so alone
He’s so… long long way to go

I stood close to that little lily
I stood close to a single feeling
I stood close to a crowd screaming
I stood far from my sense of living

In your mind you are framing people
Made from wood and hate
With your broken black scissors

In your mirrow there’s no more peace oh!
Try to recognize yourself
With your wisdome

I said, i want you for for
Stand near the window and smoke a cigarette
Same floor with a little crow dying all alone.
I don’t want to see that.

I stood close to that little lily