Autómatas [p:Machinery] [English translation]

Blue poison, grey ash,

Dust against the light

Of black blood,

And the source of eternal bondage.

[Chorus:]

Revolution!

Metal flowers!

A wounded love in terminal stage...

The night falls and they've seen the arrival

Of automatons made out of stardust.

Captive in the simulation

Of neon lights,

The febrile, erratic planet;

A galaxy without control!

From Jupiter to Orion

Our hearts freeze...

[Chorus:]

Revolution!

Metal flowers!

A wounded love in terminal stage...

The night falls and they've seen the arrival

Of automatons made out of stardust.

From Jupiter to Orion

In the simulation...

Slaves joined peacefully

From Jupiter to Orion,

From Mars to our hearts...

Revolution...!

A wounded love...!

Evolution

In terminal stage...

And ice for our hearts...!

• Artist:Mónica Naranjo
• Album:Mes Excentricités: Vol. 2 "Les Quatre Saisons" (2020)