Desarma y sangra [English translation]

Your time is a glass your love is a fakir

my body is a needle your mind is a tapestry.

If the leeches can't hurt you

there's no school that teaches you to live.

The guardian angel finds the robber

he cuts his hands, he takes off his voicem

people hides or barely exists,

they forget the man, they forget God.

I look around,

wounds that come, suspicions that go

and here I am

thinking of the thinking soul

who for thinking in the soul

disarms and bleeds.

• Artist:Serú Girán
• Album:Bicicleta