Our blood drips through the streets
And a thousand colors of the rainbow shine in the air
Because you can't get rid of ourselves
There's no way to be free of your hatred
But we know that we are strong
I hang from the wings of a thousand angels
The voice of God resounds
In my ears
A mission entrusted by him
To liberate my people
We are among gods
This is one more battle
We are not a plague
It's an ancestral love
Genuine love
That fills us with joy and gifts us will
I hang from the wings of a thousand angels
And your voice resonates in my mind
And I know that there's no way you could understand
A love that's so great and so deep
In June we all died
But the next day we rised
From the darkness
And you can't get rid of us
We are among gods
This is one more battle
We are not a plague
It's an ancestral love
A genuine love
That fills us with joy and gifts us will
You won't steal the light
You won't fight with light
It's not possible to face a volcano
Volcanoes in our souls
And summer becomes endless
My love is coming for you
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Volcano
PoetryVolcano is a poetic album that aims to take as a metaphor the nature of volcanoes to represent the emotions and ideals of the author. Volcano began being planned as a dark and sad poetic album, in a certain way. However, as the songs took shape, it...
