The Last of the Line
Reasonable Astronomy
Sumo y Resto
Music: M. García García-Perez/Q. Portet
Lyrics: M. García García-Perez
In a circle of stelae
the being that encourages me rotates,
among all the lies
the burden that It weighs so much.
And in the stillness of the night
I hear the wind telling me:
loyalties nest
behind the eternal curtain;
add, subtract and get out of the labyrinth.
Black roses to love
when there is nothing else.
If your absence makes you more real.
You will find me when you return
where the rainbow is born.
Roses to fall in love with
when there is nothing more
than a surf and low tide,
on the lonely shore
of a raw passion .
Black rose, echoes of loneliness.
When the blood is hidden
watching the afternoons die.
Now that I cross
the tangle of my jungle,
br/>acrobat of my absurd circus.
Black roses to love,
when there is nothing more
than a surf and low tide
on the shore.
If there is nothing else left
roses to fall in love with.
I add up, I rest and I can't leave.

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