Asfixia (en inglés)

Asfixia
One day they took everything,
one day left us without color.
They came, they took away rage
and feelings of each song.
It was during the nineties,
I met her and started to shake.
He was in bad times,
rang and it was easy to forget.

And now all radios
sounds the same shit.
Kids today
have not heard guitars.
Who will save them?
I want something that sounds true.
A melody remember.
Let stand on my skin
and make me float.
I want something to imagine.
Do not talk just to dance.
Let stand on my skin
and make me float.
Some say it is dead,
the fact is they do not want to see that
survived kamikazes,
our revenge will be cruel.
And now in all bars
sounds the same shit.
Kids today
have not heard guitars.
Who will save them?
Do not go back.
We will never be the same
We are far, far again.
I feel that will
something that makes me believe.
We are close, so very close.