Fénix - Technicolor Fabrics

Tus alas doradas

Me han enseñado que no todo es real

Los frutos de la esfera

No son parientes ni vecinos del azar

Me han dicho

No busques en espejismos

Que no tienen fondo

Y no dejan ver

Libérame de tanta ambigüedad

Que apaga el brillo de mi ser

Quisiera ser tu voz y no esperar

Sentado en el vacío

Perdido

Tus alas doradas

Viajan por lugares que

Nadie verá

Tu vuelo inalcanzable

Proyectando visiones

Transmitiendo emisiones

Que me llevan fuera

De mis límites

Y paradigmas

Libérame de tanta ambigüedad

Que apaga el brillo de mi ser

Quisiera ser tu voz y no esperar

Sentado en el vacío

Perdido

your golden wings

I have been taught that not everything is real

The fruits of the sphere

They are not relatives or random neighbors

I have been told

Don't look into mirages

that have no background

and do not let see

Free me from so much ambiguity

That extinguishes the brightness of my being

I would like to be your voice and not wait

sitting in the void

Lost

your golden wings

They travel to places

no one will see

Your unattainable flight

projecting visions

transmitting broadcasts

that take me away

of my limits

and paradigms

Free me from so much ambiguity

That extinguishes the brightness of my being

I would like to be your voice and not wait

sitting in the void

Lost