Soy de un sitio, de un lugar
De un tiempo que
Llaman eternidad
Y al viento, mi hogar

Donde la realidad
La puedes cambiar
Si sabes preguntar
Y no das nada por hecho

¿a qué sabe el dolor?
¿es eterno el amor?
¿la amargura es mujer?
¿de qué están hechos los sueños?

¿cuánto pesa un adiós?
¿por qué es muda la paz?
¿puede dormir la traición?
Pregúntate!

Y verás que mi voz
Vive en ti, soy la voz dormida
De los que el santo oficio
Consiguió callar

Si me quieres seguir
Volaremos sobre el arco iris
Donde mueren las penas
Y nacen los besos en flor
Mi voz vive en ti!

He visto roma caer
Y a egipto morir
Y a jesús de nazaret
Expirar sin saber

Que en su nombre iba a nacer
Una secta de poder
Traficantes de ilusión
Mercaderes de almas rotas

¿por qué es sorda la fe?
¿y ciego el que cree?
¿sabe un rezo besar?
¿cuánto cobra el celibato?

¿está en venta el altar?
¿o lo alquiláis
Para uso de un dictador?
En uno hitler folló!

Y verás que mi voz
Vive en ti, soy la voz dormida
De los que el santo oficio
Consiguió callar

Si me quieres seguir
Volaremos sobre el arco iris
Donde mueren las penas
Y nacen los besos en flor
Mi voz vive en ti

He bajado hasta tu infierno
Y a tus miedos pregunté
¿dónde viven los fracasos?
Y si aceptan un talón
He subido hasta su cielo
Su dios no me recibió
A su derecha esta franco
Y entre los dos hay un hueco
Para pinochet

Y verás que yo soy la voz dormida
Sígueme, mi voz vive en ti

Y verás que mi voz
Vive en ti, soy la voz dormida
De los que el santo oficio
Consiguió callar

Si me quieres seguir
Volaremos sobre el arco iris
Donde mueren las penas
Y nacen los besos en flor
Mi voz vive en ti

He ardido en mil hogueras
Me violaron en perú
He vivido el holocausto
La inquisición, apartheid
Dictaduras, poder, pederastia
La marca del diablo es la cruz


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La Voz Dormida Lyrics as written by Francisco Javier Gom Carlos Prieto Guijarro

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    Rough translation:

    The Sleeping Voice

    I'm from a site, a place From a time that They call eternity And the wind, my home

    Where reality Can be changed If you know how to ask And don't give things for a fact

    How does pain taste? Is love eternal? Is bitterness female? What are dreams made of?

    How significant is a goodbye? Why is peace mute? Can treason sleep? Ask yourself!!!

    And you'll see that my voice Lives in you, I'm the Sleeping Voice One of those that the Holy Office Managed to silence.

    If you want to follow me, We'll fly over the rainbow, Where grief dies And kisses and flowers are born. My voice lives in you!!

    I've seen Rome fall, And Egypt die, And Jesus of Nazareth, Expire without knowing

    That in his name a power sect Would be born. Dealers of illusion, Merchants of broken souls.

    Why is faith deaf? And the believer blind? Can a prayer kiss? How much does celibacy cost?

    Is the altar for sale? Or is it available for rent for a dictator's use? Hitler fucked on one!!

    And you'll see that my voice Lives in you, I'm the Sleeping Voice One of those that the Holy Office Managed to silence.

    If you want to follow me, We'll fly over the rainbow, Where grief dies And kisses and flowers are born. My voice lives in you!!

    I went down to your Hell And to your fears I asked Where do failures live? And if they accept checks.

    I went up to their Heaven Their God didn't recieve me To his right is Franco And between them is a spot For Pinochet!!!

    And you'll see that I'm the Sleeping Voice Follow me, my voice lives in you!!

    And you'll see that my voice Lives in you, I'm the Sleeping Voice One of those that the Holy Office Managed to silence.

    If you want to follow me, We'll fly over the rainbow, Where grief dies And kisses and flowers are born.

    And you'll see that my voice Lives in you, I'm the Sleeping Voice One of those that the Holy Office Managed to silence.

    If you want to follow me, We'll fly over the rainbow, Where grief dies And kisses and flowers are born. My voice lives in you!!

    I've burned a thousand times at the stake, I was raped in Peru, I've lived the holocaust, The Inquisition, apartheid, Dictatorships, power, pederasty, The mark of the Devil is the Cross!

    Eliminationon April 08, 2006   Link
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    And here's the story's translation:

    Toledo, April 2nd. 2005

    Music was the only thing that made Nacho relax, especially classical. His mother, since he was a baby, used to put on "Claro de Luna" (a classical piece) so he would fall asleep. In the hospital, after the birth, she had to assume the fact that his baby was special, he had the Down syndrome. Nacho, between other abilities, had acquired an extreme sensibility for Art. He loved music, movies and paintings. Espeically the latter. He said he saw things in paintings, that seemed hidden at first sight. He spent hours contemplating the same painting and, occasionally, after half-closing his eyes, he smiled, amused, and nodded. Today was a special day, Sara de Ladrada y García, his mother, was going to take him that morning to the University of Toledo, where several painting by Goya -one of Nacho's favorites- were being exposed.-The exposition was going on thanks to the convinience of the government of Castile-La Mancha and Aragon.The University of Toledo was an incomparable mark. In the Imperial City, as well as its University, occurred several unbelievable facts. Witchcraft, spiritism, necromancy, cabbalah and other occult arts are undisputably part of Toledo's skin. In the same University of Toledo, a few years ago, a security guard died of a heart-attack on his night shift. His co-workers and several maids claimed that you could hear people laughing and crying, that after cleaning the floor of a room over 70 square meters wide, when they went into the next room, they heard chairs being dragged... They were absolutely alone, and after turning around and going back on their steps, they found all the chairs perfectly set up in the tables. More than two hundred chairs!! The last paranormal event took place in the early morning just a few months ago. The University was closed, and a security guard, on his shift, heard some mysterious noises in the attic, which was upstairs. During the night, the laments and strange noises made him so scared, he locked himself in an office. At dawn he called the beadle and asked him if someone -some student playing pranks, or a couple of lovers-, used to visit the attic by night. The answer was disturbing. Only he had the keys to the University and the day before, before closing and leaving the place to the care of the vigilante, he made sure the place was empty. They went to the mysterious attic immediately, and as they opened the door, that was locked, the fear and horror took over their faces... Chairs, tables, blackboards, closets and other academic furniture was piled up creating a pyramid over two meters tall!! Who or what had done such thing? Today wasn't different, something was about to happen. Nacho -just as he always did when he went out- had brought with him his MP3 player, where he mixed Heavy Metal music with his favorite classical composers. He was amused watching those small paintings they called "caprichos." Suddenly, his MP3 started playing the Symphony No. 9 in D minor, by Beethoven, his favorite composer. In that moment his eyes stopped in one of those bizarre paintings. A woman was being lifted in the air by some witches, she was flying, or that's what he thought. But there was something else, a symbol called him. Beethoven's music was getting louder and the painting seemed to talk to him. Like in an echo, Nacho heard screams, it was his mother, who, terrified, pointed at his face and asked for help while she tried to grab his arm. Macho turned slowly and saw his reflection in the glass behind him... His face! His face was changing, his characteristics were fading away... The Symphony No. 9 was reaching its zenith. Below the Volaverunt painting, Nacho dropped his MP3 player. All the characteristics of that kid with the Down syndrome had disappeared. His skin was smooth and a special brightness emanated from his sight.

    • I am the Sleeping Voice, the Lord has sent me, "Missit me Dominus". There was silence, no one dared say a word. Sara -his mother- covered her mouth, keeping herself from screaming; people stared at him, a group of carmelite nuns approached him.
    • How was last night's angel dust, sister Pilar? -asked Nacho as he grabbed a cross, ripping it off the surprised carmelite's chest.
    • I hope the bishop rewards you -he laughed-He's always mercyful with his whores. And looking at the cross he threw it to her face.
    • Today your boss will acknowledge the one who sees everything, the Lord has sent me, Missit me Dominus.
    • But son, what are you talking about? Are you OK? Someone call a doctor, for God's sake! -Sara couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing.
    • Today your Pope John Paul II will die at 21:37. I am the Sleeping Voice, the Lord has sent me. Nacho collapsed after reciting that enigmatic prophecy.
    Eliminationon April 08, 2006   Link
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    Now who is nacho is he the lead singer of the band? and is the song in latin or spanish

    FiEnD_InCaRnAtE 85on April 11, 2006   Link
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    Uhh... Gaia II is a concept album, Nacho is one of the characters. The lead singer's name is José Andrëa. This song is in spanish, although Mägo de Oz also use latin in their songs.

    Eliminationon April 12, 2006   Link
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    Also... I don't think many of you who might be reading this are aware, but Franco and Pinochet, both mentioned in the song, were dictators in Spain and Chile respectively. They both were presidents in their respective countries for about 30 years and both of them pretty much made some massacres to improve the economy...

    Eliminationon April 12, 2006   Link
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    q impresionante el ultimo verso q dice la marca del Diablo es la Cruz.
    me gusta lo que dice por q yo pienso igual y tambien la voz del vocalista en el final me impresiona

    jay696on January 26, 2007   Link
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    Incredible song. Has so many meanings.....and incredibly meaningful lyrics. Not to mention the folk elements are amazing.

    Imperfect_Strangeron May 24, 2007   Link

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