Falso juicio que el sentenciado ha sido una quema de brujas
cogieron mi corazón en sus manos y acabaron destrozandolo
lo rompieron en mil trocitos y no sintieron su dolor
como crueles carniceros cortaron mi alma en dos
ha sido una quema de brujas la que borró mis amaneceres
la que rompió mis sueños y la que dejo que mi magia muriera.
No existe cicatriz que no se pueda curar
si sabemos reconocer nuestros errores
ni alma que no se pueda volver a sanar si te devuelven tus sueños
alejando rencores y malos juicios reconociendo que el tiempo revela la verdad
comprendiendo que esas lágrimas cuando surgen de un dolor real
brotan de las grietas de un puro corazón.
False judgment that the sentenced has been a burning of witches
they took my heart in his hands and ended up destroying it
they broke it into a thousand pieces and did not feel its pain
like cruel butchers cut my soul in two
It has been a witch burn that erased my sunrises
The one that broke my dreams and the one that let my magic die.
There is no scar that cannot be healed
if we know how to recognize our mistakes
nor a soul that cannot be healed again if your dreams are returned to you
pushing away grudges and bad judgments recognizing that time reveals the truth
understanding that those tears when they arise from real pain
they spring from the cracks of a pure heart.
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