I´m immersed in the backwater Of a disstressed cry out, And dominated by the mystery Of so much wisdom. The purity of my heart Won’t let me celebrate, Nor release my pain In the depth of my cry. Today i indifferently sink In this unruly pain. Would this be the time to leave My noble and punished honor ? I am the one who sows the winds, And my voice is the breeze of the damned. With a psalm of white grapes, I caress the pale face of the weak. My hands, tremulous for the pact Hold the instrument of satan. Today i sing my implacable blasts ... That will clean the stigmas of the past ... Authors of vile treachery, Who saw themselves as fake owners. Today they silently contemplate, As ridiculous, astonished detractors. I will not be dragged To the seas of mediocrity. I will not succumb into The waters of oblivion. I am the one who sows the winds, And my voice is the breeze of the damned. With a psalm of white grapes, I caress the pale face of the weak. And with only one of my tears, I purify the lineage of the ones lucifer chose ... I purify the lineage of the ones lucifer chose ...