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Mom
03:24
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You were a child in this town of rude men
The machine is sweating the pollution of them values
Wood is stacked and there’s no more forest No!
Cables and chains are the roots of this all ground
Oh dear mom... We rape you
Oh we break all, your oceans and your lungs
The water is calm there are no fishes anymore
Dust and ashes is what you breathe out!
Her veins now are rails intended for private gain
While the earth dies them ego rises!
Oh dear mom... We rape you
Oh we break all, your oceans and your lungs
Oh dear mom... We rape you
Oh we break all, your mountains to the core!
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Icarus
04:49
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I wish I would have wings to fly to her until the end of the day
She lives around the golden golden sun like cinnamon
Oh you will burn, you will burn for love
Oh you will burn, you will burn for love
As they did before
He lives inside the forest collecting feathers and climbing mountains Staring birds until the end of the day
One day he builds the wings glued with honey, around his arms and in the night he’ll fly
One way there’s just one way to accept the troubles face it all and learn of them ‘cos at the end
Oh you will burn, you will burn for love
Oh you will burn, you will burn for love
As they did before
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Orange
04:01
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Forever you can make me cry
forever you can make me smile and cry
and the sky is orange and the house is orange
and the sun is getting winter when you’re gone
All the rain on the streets and empty church without special people taking all their doubts between a coffee and laughs
where’s the people dancing in the parks
where’s hidden books just from the past
The sun is trying to put the things in order
but you just only want to be alone
and the sky is orange and the house orange
and the sun is getting winter when you're gone
Forever you can make me cry
forever we can fly
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Coral
04:37
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De todo lo que he visto
de todo lo que he podido recordar
de todo lo que he recorrido
de todo lo que he podido contemplar
de cada ápice de arena que hay sobre la Tierra...
tú eres lo mejor por andar
Nunca cierres ninguna puerta pues no sabes quien podrá llamar
Nunca cierres ninguna ventana pues si no, no podrás volar
Como el viento y la marea
como la sal y el mar
como el fuego en nuestras venas
que nos aliena
tú eres lo mejor por amar
Y qué es la vida sin pena, que es la Tierra sin hogar
donde el horizonte termina, donde la vida comienza a brillar
Y apenas el viaje comienza
qué manos se enlazarán
que cada instante es nuestro
y nadie nos lo va a arrebatar
La derrota de lo humano, el triunfo de lo animal
se marchita en nuestras manos, se transforma en coral
Y una vida sin amor
no es vida es traición
pues la esencia de la vida
es compartirla con amor, es estar en lo peor, es estar en lo mejor
Y sin pena ni gloria, nuestros años pasarán
espero sean a vuestro lado, pues no necesito más
De todo lo que he visto
de todo lo que podido recordar
de todo lo que he recorrido
de todo lo que he podido contemplar
de cada ápice de arena que hay sobre la Tierra…
tú eres lo mejor por andar
tú eres lo mejor por amar
Nunca cierres ninguna puerta pues no sabes quien podrá llamar
Nunca cierres ninguna ventana pues si no, no podrás volar
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Feed
03:44
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All the raindrops were cover by diseases
There’s no places where you can plant and reap
I can feel all the pain trough the roads and trough my veins
And they know that breast milk is corrupted by the beast
Oh let them go
Everybody is tame and everybody is trapped here
Oh let them go
The green devil is waiting for your soul
You can feel all apart despite efforts there’s no time
The willow leaves fall in the wind with a shoot in the head with a hole in your mind
All the coffins were cover by the rain all this sorrow was taken by the train
Oh let them go
Everybody is tame and everybody is trapped here
Oh let them go
The green devil is waiting for your soul
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Rolling papers on the floor
a crispy day behind the wall
I sighed shakily now I sigh strong
to change my mind this mean I'm sure
Listening to old songs
encourage me to walk
the way to go the way to find
introduce myself at the door
So take your force that is hidden in your bowels in your core
the horizon is near like death like birth that you can hear
I'm wondering
I wonder who stepped here before I wonder where is our home
The human is afraid
when he can't find his trail
but do not worry don't feel sorry
you still have much to take
So take your force that is hidden in your bowels in your core
the horizon is near like death like birth that you can hear
I'm wondering
I wonder who stepped here before I wonder where is our home
We are a family
I'm wondering
I wonder who stepped here before I wonder where is our home
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ABRIZO Logroño, Spain
We are a polinstrumentalist folk duo.
-Anibal & Elena-
We started in September of 2017 in Salamanca.
Our music emerges as an attempt to make tangible what is ethereal.
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