Barn Rojo Cuerdas de Acero (en vivo con la sinfnica de Mislata),xavizulu,collection.avi

We playing with great intensity,
On a cloud of screaming and sweating.
How much energy, stored within you,
We aim to overcome loneliness.
No other image can express,
All that power, magic ritual.

It may be cold, cold spring
A being away without communication.
Fire may be flowing from a volcano,
Or a feeling that touches your heart.
Hopefully the weather fails to break
All the ties that bind you to rock.

And you, thunderstorm and light,
You're a symbol of freedom.
I could never live
Without your playing steel strings.

Iron core in the form of woman,
Hardwood cured by the sun.
Your sound is a touch on the surface,
Are your line a cry of passion.
Hopefully the weather fails to break
All the ties that bind you to rock.

And you, thunderstorm and light,
You're a symbol of freedom.
I could never live
Without your playing steel strings.

And you, thunderstorm and light,
You're a symbol of freedom.
I could never live
Without your playing steel strings.

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