Las garras de un terrible ser,
desplumaban un ángel en el cielo.
Desde aquí lo vi caer,
hacia el baldío de los misterios.
Yo corrí desesperado,
sentí el ardor de una herida abierta.
Estaba el ángel ahí tirado,
y en sus ojos habló la tristeza, si!!

No me mirés así!, Dios me ha hecho para caer.
Y no sientas pena por mi,
tal vez vivir cueste el pecado.
Y si todo lo soñado,
no vive en la realidad.
Es el ángel que te cuida, el que ves caído acá.

Las espinas del Cardo Santo,
lo abrazaron en su caida.
Y en tre sahumerios de basura,
el ángel aquel se moría.
Sentí un vacío a mis espaldas,
y sentí que solo me quedaba,
en el baldío de los misterios,
con esos ojos tristes que me hablaban, si!

No me mirés así!, Dios me ha hecho para caer.
Y no sientas pena por mi,
tal vez vivir cueste el pecado.
Y si todo lo soñado,
no vive en la realidad.
Es el ángel que te cuida, que se está muriendo acá.
El ángel que te cuida, se está muriendo acá.

Translated Version

The claws of a terrible being,
they collapsed an angel in heaven.
From here I saw it fall
towards the wasteland of mysteries.
I ran desperate
I felt the burning of an open wound.
There was the angel lying there,
and in his eyes spoke the sadness, yes!!

Don't look at me like that, God has made me fall.
And don't feel sorry for me,
maybe living at all costing sin.
And if everything dreamed up,
doesn't live in reality.
It's the angel who looks after you, the one you see fallen here.

The thorns of the Holy Thistle,
They hugged him in his fall.
And in tre sahumerios de garbage,
the angel who died.
I felt a void behind my back,
and I felt like I was just staying,
in the wasteland of mysteries,
with those sad eyes that spoke to me, yes!

Don't look at me like that, God has made me fall.
And don't feel sorry for me,
maybe living at all costing sin.
And if everything dreamed up,
doesn't live in reality.
It is the angel who takes care of you, who is dying here.
The angel who looks after you is dying here.