@migu music@

Last night, I went to sleep as a child

Only to wake up this morning and find I was a man

In my hands I discovered the tools and the rage of my father

And in my heart I found the love and the fears of my mother

Confrontation between the night and day

The land of the sea, the fire and the air

The sacred and the profound, the holy and the unholy

The focused and the miss directed, the bullet and the flesh

The mind and the spirit and the sound when you hear it

The oppressor and the resistor, the brother and the sister

We are not walking with the ghosts of the dead

We are alive with the spirit of our passion

We are not walking with the ghosts of the dead

We are alive with the spirit of our passion