Текст песни Duende - Alma mira an el cielo

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The rain sweeps the streets
It sews days with a line
Droplets like a knife

There is no getting away from those
Who gives peace and comfort
Patiently drunk night
Waiting for her to be called

Alma Mira An El Cielo

In dark gateways is silent
Spicy smell silence
Abandoned
Wandering, dog yawning from sleep
The river squeezed by stone
Breathes poison from under bridges
Backs back through the centuries
Or to sunset, on the sunrise

Alma Mira An El Cielo.