Expelled from heaven, for sins that we´ve never committed;
we´ve fallen into the most delightful hell.
Maybe... as our brains deteriorate, our souls improve.
Sad exercises in elementary ethics.
Welcome nowhere, we´ll dance around the fire
come and let yourself go to the rhythm of the drums.
 
London, the sixties; "La Garrotxa", 2000´s.
Hendrix´s life was hanging by a thread.
 
I keep quiet all day, the truth is that I don´t know what I want to say to you;
I only want to kiss you and turn crazy and small;
words are the noises that can do most harm,
but music is a balsam for wounded hearts.
 
Let´s get crazy,
I´m not going to come down.
 
You ask for justice, come off it, not even you believe it.
Thieves with alarms, dressed nudists.
London, the sixties; "La Garrotxa", 2000´s.
Hendrix´s life was hanging by a thread.
 
I´ll come back and look for you if I find myself one day;
and I´ll kiss your frozen lips again.
We won´t live anywhere, we´ll dance around the fire
and the music will be a balsam for our wounded hearts.