Los Placeres de la Pobreza (english Translation) Songtext / Lyric

Ancient nations of holy lineage
and their forgotten truths,
the diamond card against the palm leaf.
I trembled through the radio.
And they pay for the grass supply
with their own curiosity.
Masturbation of questions just to hear
a whisper of a silver wire.

We crawl unconsciously along the desert
towards the caverns,
blinded by the voice of inexperience,
the pilgrim steps will guide me.

The town was already dead before it was born,
a runaway thoroughbred.
How I hate lukewarm people
when they say there's no alternative.

We crawl unconsciously along the desert
towards the caverns,
blinded by the voice of inexperience,
the pilgrim steps will guide me.

There's no other heaven on earth
that dares to face assents and denials,
leaving punishments and chains
on the opposite side of reason.

And the pleasures of poverty have beaten
my derided revolution.
The pleasures of poverty have beaten
my deceived revolution.

We crawl unconsciously along the desert
towards the caverns,
blinded by the voice of inexperience,
the pilgrim steps will guide me.

There's no other heaven on earth
that dares to face assents and denials,
leaving punishments and chains
on the opposite side of reason.