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 doesn't know the truth A broken angel that disown the youth A broken angel of broken wings A broken angel that doesn't have anybody A broken angel of disturbed 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 you 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 know 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 lullabiues 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 you what to do Poor boy, he's surrounded by a wire fence