Lletres:
Marea Negra

Ay en la arena dolor (x8) Triste cancionero cargadito de penas Como el canto una muerte salpico Cacho de penuras hoy, vienen flotando Triste marabunta

Traducció: Meridià. Marea Negra.

: Ay en la arena dolor (x8) Triste cancionero cargadito de penas Como el canto una muerte salpico Cacho de penuras hoy, vienen flotando Triste marabunta

Ay en la arena dolor (x8) Triste cancionero cargadito de penas Como el canto una muerte salpico Cacho de penuras hoy, vienen flotando Triste marabunta

I didn't know what the day was I didn't know what the time it was I didn't know what my heart would do I was afraid of nothing When you called me on the

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black Why you never see bright colors on my back And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone Well, there

It's not psychedelic, it's got many merits It's not psychedelic, nuclear submarine Darling, I think it's a dream Your causes, they make me feel so mad

In the misty morning, on the edge of time We've lost the rising sun, a final sign As the misty morning rolls away to die Reaching for the stars, we blind

Generals and Majors ah ah! They're never too far From battlefields so glorious Out in a world of their own They'll never come down Till once again victorious