Los Renglones Torcidos De Dios [English translation]

[An encounter between a pilgrim and a madman (a mentally-ill man, not the moron who designed the show Big Brother) who tells the pilgrim that he really is who he says he is, and asks him to give him back his sanity, and as a reward, he will erect a temple for him]

Just like yesterday

It was raining sadness

Like a shooting star

That dies quiet, ephemeral

Leaving without a trace

Today the morning has the silliness

And the look of the Sun

Bored, weary and with sleep in its eyes

It drowsily spreads its rays

The morning disturbs those who

Cannot understand

That three plus six doesn't equal ten

That one is who one is and not who one believes oneself to be

Drowning madness is like trying

To cover and hide the Sun with a finger

To give birth to thoughts is like emptying

The sea only with my hands

I live within this cage of bones

One day, my mind flew away

Farther than wonderland

One day, Alice heard it ask

The way to the Land of Oz

Looking for lucidity and reason

To get out of his cell, which is his reality

To find the hidden key inside himself

Because I want to strip my soul of the darkness now

Because I want to wake up, and to know why to love

Give me peace... and I'll erect a temple for you

Silence them... there are voices in here

Give me peace... for I look and don't find

The way back to living

• Artist:Mägo de Oz
• Album:Finisterra