what if we prayed to the moon?
she never granted us the desired rain.
long time since we stop being heretics
playing with the bitter water of the end.


the grace that they've stolen from us
wont ever come back
without forgetting those old days
we should move on.

dont let the weights from our past
hold our hands.
or whisper us the path.
we'll keep running after the moon
looking for the purifying glow.


if that eternal hate that we swore to protect
vanished one day.
we would cry to the moon
asking her to forgive us.

she won, im afraid.

Tthe moon tricked us, darling...

If the river always changes... build a dam.

Primero

Un nudo en la garganta,
rompiendome la voz.
no encuentro palabras
para decirte adios.
Te busco entre las luces.
Tratare de no robar.
Te regalo cada sueño
que logramos conquistar.