A lament is heard as a prelude to the dead hours

Hours that pass with the agony of a slow death

The silence returns to dress my saint in gold

they turn the records that taught me to worship music …

If you came back, I would wear my saint gold

I would shut things up so you could hear my desperate singing

If you came back, I would wear my saint gold

stop the world so you can hear

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qenGMo5VbHQ

Concha Buika – Oro Santo