Salvador, your father named you After a dead brother And your mother hung the cross upside down Salvador, so much of time hung over Old men's sleeves The prick of guilt's thorn rusted and worn Sewn into our hearts in the shape of a star Up the alley I stop at a window Through the curtains I see Figures moving, figures swaying Figures talking in time Paintings of persistence Paintings of persistence hung like a jury Searching and seeking Silent icons I wipe the dust from my hands Salvador, no one believes me But I swear I know what I'm doing And once you were painting The ground you were breaking But it's never enough to gain their approval Up the alley, the window is broken The sky's on the ground They unravel the rope of unreason They will hang me for sure Searching and seeking their silent icons They wipe the blood from their hands Salvador, they want a savior And they crowned you king They begged you for answers But the glory or fame took away time From your obligations Keep on sleeping, don't awake from this dream I'll comb your mustache, I'll wipe your body I'll kiss your feet when they take you Down from the cross © ESTA CHICA MUSIC; MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com