Cicatrices [English translation]

Dust on the glass of the ballroom

Tears of the sea, fire in the air

And the neon lights pointing toward the heart

I'm not going to change

I'm not going to lose, I'm not going to fall

I have grown wings from the scars

You can shoot, you can ignore

You can burry me in some bar

I have grown wings, from the scars

Snow in the attic of feelings

Rain on the couch of memories

With the neon lights pointing toward the heart

I'm not going to change

I'm not going to lose, I'm not going to fall

I have grown wings from the scars

You can shoot, you can ignore

You can burry me in some bar

I have grown wings, from the scars

The sea will ring

Between the ruins of babel

Look at me, we were mirrors

And now we are fog in the desert

I'm not going to change

I'm not going to lose, I'm not going to fall

I have grown wings from the scars

You can shoot, you can ignore

You can burry me in some bar

I have grown wings, from the scars

• Artist:Mikel Erentxun