[Title Translation:
"The End of the Path"]
Where rain is born
And the moon is flirting
With my unlucky star
I keep thinking of you
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
And I don't know where to go
If it is without you
I hear you crying, baby
And I can't hold you
Don't let them bury my Word
Between these woods
While listening to the final prayers
I will keep your kisses with me
Take this fucking cross off me
And let them put your breasts in place!
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Bitter than death
Is not being able to see you again
I did not choose to lose you
There is a void which had violated my faith
Father, why have You forsaken me?
Why do You always do Your Will?
How comfortable is to have sent me
While You just lead from Your pedestal
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Espíritu santus ora pronobis
Espíritu santus ora pronobis
Acid rain covered Madrid
And the factory manager can be heard laughing
Death masturbates in Sarajevo
And sodomizes a soldier with a wad of money
Two terrorists have been acquitted
And for going to Morocco to "get it", there are hundreds in jail
But of course, we have the homeland, the flag, bullfights, the Church
And soccer on La 1...
Bitter than death
Is not being able to see you again
I did not choose to lose you
There is a void which had violated my faith
Father, why have You forsaken me?
Why do You always do Your Will?
How comfortable is to have sent me
While You just lead from Your pedestal
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go