Consejo de sabios [English translation]

Before make it explode

I want you to hold my hand,

tell me if I have steady pulse

or is a far-off whisper.

I am not carrying anything this time,

I have got veiled the reel.

It is soon for the amnesia

and late for us to drop out intact.

What should we do?

What should we do?

Now that everything is speaking.

I tried,

I tried.

Today your memory is like a bird,

beating its wings behind me,

keeping your lips in its beak.

You have got the perfect shape,

keeping the heritage from the marble.

You have been the Venus de Milo

and I put the world over your arms.

And I rolled,

and I rolled

like the years rolling off.

I tried,

I tried.

Today your shape is like a bird

beating its wings behind me,

whistling me and tangling my steps.

Assemble again the Wise Men Council.

Light a candle for me, I am stuck.

Take me out of the corridor

when the sanctuary fall,

take me out of this stronghold,

take me in your shallow flight.

I want a blind spot,

I want your outburst,

take me with you,

take me without covenant.

And take me to the bridge that did not explode,

to the wall raising on my hand,

that wall that stops your steps.

Empires will fall, stadiums will fall,

but before anything our saints have to fall.

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:Mismo sitio, distinto lugar