Un ser salvaje que finge ser independiente.

And I will not tell

The thoughts of hell

That carried me home

From the Holland Road

With my heart like a stone I put up no fight

To your callous mind and from your corner you rose

To cut me down

You cut me down

[...]

And I'll still believe though ther's cracks you'll see

When I'm on my knees I'll still believe

And when I've hit the ground

Neither lost nor found

If you'll believe in me I'll still believe

Mumford & Sons, Holland Road