My vertical scream becomes
A horizontal pain
As I pass the sun
I go sober and drunk
While I sit and play
Or I love and burn
Don't matter
It's all the same

(Why) Can't I hear the storm?
If I can hear my soul... fall

Will I taste your air?
I hope
I can still play

The harvest is waiting...
Fast I run

But faster it comes...

Sombra abundante
(Se viene ya la noche)
Castigo perturbante
(Se viene ya la noche)
Por qu