Letra de El detenido (en ingles)

So many prints that heal without an explanation
In the floor of any place but they don´t reach the sun
Where the reality sleeps hidden

I can no longer disappear without an explanation
In the air it will always be grapeshot to the heart
Blasts without cezar, anything that to forgive
To forgive...

I am a detainee I am
My owner not to rest
Missing person goes

I have learned how to hug the solitude
I have thousands of memories to arm

Anything that to forgive, anything that to forget...