DENDRO: Hidden in Serantes(DENDRO: O que agocha Serantes)

With a leaf on my chest, laying on the grass. Banging up, banging up; Says the beat of the heart struggling so hard. To get out, to be free of the dummy that my body was. Just to be released, with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun. Now that I'm down the cross, it becomes a tree. Thunderbolt, thunderbolt; Roars the dark twilight, tears fall from my eyes. Bleeding out, just to show that I was healing fine. My skin is turning blue, reminding me of the sky where I could find a perfect place to cry. And the taste of relief makes me understand: Sun is burning light and love is not that ____ Hard times will pass away with the will of the bird that the soul feels like when it tries to reach the sun.