Jornada Del Muerto - A Pilgrimage to San Isıdro (Pur Live)

No one knows, where we go
This path is endless, (hypotetical) we poured the creosote
That we gathered in our souls
We burned, (furiously) on this road
In the sun of the first light
Our flesh (red as blood) dissolves while our souls standing

And as they melt together
Shiny life, magnificent light
And the soul shall find
The warmth in his fire
The warmth the soul shall find

Written by:
Mutlu Oral

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