Tortura [English translation]

To draw the emotion out of your breast

The lucid truth, the feeling

Becoming, after coming from the heart

A handful of ashes scattered in the wind

To dream a verse of high thought

And pure as a rhythm of prayer

Becoming, after coming from the heart

The dust, the nothingness, the dream of a moment...

They are so hollow, rude, my verses:

Lost rhymes, dispersed gales

With which I deceive others, with which I lie!

I wish I could find the pure verse

The verse proud and strong, strange and hard,

That is to say, crying is what I feel!

• Artist:Cuca Roseta
• Album:Cuca Roseta (2011)