I love this song and this video. Hope it brings you up instead of down. In any case, it wakes me up from emotional slumber. Hope it has the same effect on you too. Enjoy!
Fiesta - Trypes (Holes)
My words are a sweet prayer,
they perch outside your closed window.
And if you’d let them they'd open a crack
from your small cell to infinity.
But you hush and mourn like the convict,
over the ash that covers paradise.
Over the ash…
Set fire to what burns you, to what devours your soul.
Outside the streets are breathing, thirsty, open.
Love is a journey from fiesta to fiesta.
Live with me in the air, in the fire, in the rain.
Empty days, cracked skies await us.
Love is a journey from wound to wound.
My words are a hopeless wish,
turned-off lights in the unpleasant room.
And if you’d let them they'd burn the silence
and diffuse your hidden grievance.
But you hush and mourn like the convict,
over the ash that covers paradise.
Over the ash…
Set fire to what burns you, to what devours your soul.
Outside the streets are breathing, thirsty, open.
Love is a journey from fiesta to fiesta.
Live with me in the air, in the fire, in the rain.
Empty days, cracked skies await us.
Love is a journey from wound to wound.
Set fire to what burns you, to what devours your soul.
There's more! There's still something that hasn't been lost.
Love is a journey from fiesta to fiesta.
Live with me in the air, in the fire, in the rain.
Empty days, cracked skies await us.
Love is a journey from wound to wound.
Love is a journey from fiesta to fiesta.
Love is a journey from wound to wound.
Love is a journey from fiesta to fiesta.
Love is a journey from wound to wound.
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