Adan Sanchez De Pedro Crespo
Текст песни Solsticio

Lunes de madrugada, canto viejas melodias
Solo me acompana mi Lady Godiva
Y todo este caos que me rodea es ficticio
Pura obra de artificio ocultando la verdad...

Y manana quemare en la gran hoguera
Los papeles que me quedan
Esperando que al final
Las cenizas de mi vida cristalicen
Sin perderse los matices
Que la hacen especial

Inspirado por las musas de la confusion
Voy dejando la que fue mi prision
Sospechando que habia algo mas
Descubri que mi pasado no era una casualidad...

Y manana acabare en tus arenas
Suplicandote que vuelvas
Sin pararme a respirar
Luego el cielo de la noche pienso romper
Y las cenizas que puedan caer
En mis ojos me las guardare

Comprendiendo las mentiras que yo mismo me conte
Intendo pensar e intento volver
Sospechando que habia algo mas
descubri que mi pasado no era una casualidad...

Y manana quemare en la gran hoguera
Los papeles que me quedan
Esperando que al final
Las cenizas de mi vida cristalicen
Sin perderse los matices
Que la hacen especial

Y manana acabare en tus arenas
Suplicandote que vuelvas
Sin pararme a respirar
Luego el cielo de la noche pienso romper
Y las cenizas que puedan caer
En mis ojos me las guardare

Luego el cielo de la noche pienso romper
Y las cenizas que puedan caer
En mis ojos me las guardare

Comprendiendo las mentiras que yo mismo me conte
Intento pensar e intento romper...


English translation

Monday, the early morning, I sing old melodies
The only one here by me is my Lady Godiva
And all this chaos sorrounding me is fictitious
Just an artful device hiding the truth

And tomorrow I will burn in the great bonfire
All the papers that I still have*
Hoping that at the end
The ashes of my live crystallize
Without loosing the nuances
That make it something special

Inspired by confussion's muses
I'm leaving which was my prison
And suspecting there was something more
I discovered that my past wasn't just a chance

And tomorrow I will end at your sands
Begging you to return
Without stopping to breath
Then, I will break the night sky
And all the splinters that would fall
I would save them inside my eyes

Understanding the lies that I told to myself
I try to think, I try to come back
And suspecting there was something more
I discovered that my past wasn't just a chance

And tomorrow I will burn in the great bonfire
All the papers that I still have*
Hoping that at the end
The ashes of my live crystallize
Without loosing the nuances
That make it something special

And tomorrow I will finish at your sands
Begging you to return
Without stopping to breath
Then, I will break the night sky
And all the splinters that would fall
I would save them inside my eyes

Then, I will break the night sky
And all the splinters that would fall
I would save them inside my eyes

Understanding the lies that I told to myself
I try to think, I try to break

* In Spanish, to lose control is said 'to lose your papers'.