My mother said that when I took my life to the path of eviland she failed to take care of me and I did not follow her adviceand that light that the blood knows how to giveopened a seraph on my back with my shape and with wingsand that angel is called and is my lifeShe also said that that angel invisible to all and also to methe one who in the air is desolatefor a wind in the soul would give me in his wisdom the truthand so it was that surely I took the path of lifewith the strength of the angel in my walkthen through time I leftfor suns that go to anxietybut the angel was not, I did not lose the childhoodfrom school to my house, time yesterdayoh, oh, loneliness the attempt to scream for dreamsthe truth that in man it was not givenMiss Onir constantlywhen the moon in his journeyI broke the nights in the angel of alcoholarmenMe desangro en las mesas y la luz de un amigoes el ángel que guarda mi dolor.Y la calle me junta con un ángel distinto,con un hombre cualquiera como yo.Duele saber que la cosa que quise de niñoera piel de ilusión.Y que el ángel camina con los pies del cansancioque nos trepa la vida por luchar.Y se muere el relato de la madre que un díanos dio un ángel de guía con su amor.Después por el tiempo me fui,por soles que van a la ansiedad.Pero el ángel no estaba, lo perdí con la infancia,de la escuela a mi casa, tiempo ayer.Oh, soledad del intento de gritar por los sueños,la verdad que en el hombre no se dio.Subtitles by the Amara.org community