In a testament without names or prizes
Without "rights" or "wrongs"
You say to me you've written a song
Talking about a broken angel
That, without benevolence or love
Was expelled from above
A broken angel that don't know the truth
A broken angel that disown the youth
A broken angel of broken wings
A broken angel that don't have anybody
A broken angel with lost mind and body
A broken angel that can't feel the wind
With pity in the heart and dubiety in the mind
He goes on, moving in silence
He doesn't have anyone to tell him what to do
Poor boy, he's surrounded by a wire fence
With ragged visual and bad expressions
He tells me: "I was so down,
Can you show me a town… That accepts me?"
He wants to kneel
But doesn't now if can
After he did a lot of maleficence
A broken angel with broken face
Where is he from, where is his place?
A broken angel with crooked paces
A broken angel that sings lullabies
A broken angel that goes by my side
A broken angel asking for help
With pity in the heart and dubiety in the mind
He goes on, moving in silence
He doesn't have anyone to tell him what to do
Poor boy, he's surrounded by a wire fence