Los Muertos - Natisú

Los muertos me andaban

Buscando en las calles

Colgando en los faros

Del parque

La noche anterior

Suspiran de ver el

Futuro tan pronto

Llegan sin palabras

Se van con susurros

Oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh

Uh

Los muertos me piden

Que rece en rodillas

Que tome este cuerpo

Y lo entregue en

Su honor

Velando en silencio

No saben de nadie

De dioses no hablan

El tiempo es un

Rumor

Oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

the dead walked me

searching the streets

Hanging in the headlights

From the park

The previous night

They sigh to see the

future so soon

they arrive speechless

they leave with whispers

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

uh

the dead ask me

let him pray on his knees

that take this body

And deliver it in

Your Honor

watching in silence

They don't know of anyone

They don't speak of gods

time is a

Rumor

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

oh oh oh oh

oh oh oh oh