Idioma Origen:
Standing by
a broken tree
Her hands are all twisted,
she's pointing at me.
I was damned by light
coming, over i see
she spoke with a voice that
disrupted the sky.
She said "walk on over here
to a bit of shade.
I will wrap you in my arms,
And know that you'll be safe"
let me sign.
Let me sign.
Idioma Destino:
Standing by
a broken tree
Her hands are all twisted,
she's pointing at me.
I was damned by light
coming, over i see
she spoke with a voice that
disrupted the sky.
She said "walk on over here
to a bit of shade.
I will wrap you in my arms,
And know that you'll be safe"
let me sign.
Let me sign.