If the love returned
if I had a brother a friend
a dream in your hand
I would die the pain of seeking
the heat in the cruel labyrinth
of this glass of alcohol
of these streets without sun
If there were illusions if there were crazy reasons
lies passions
there would be no need to spend
for hours drinking canteens of this gray loneliness
of this eternal anxiety
if I could erase myself
those old memories
As vile crows brave
and to my eyes leaving
my spoils
between hurtful stories
equally indifferent
to love and to people
if you had asked
If you had asked me to make the sound
of this old past
I would not be aki
drowning my entrails
Plowing forgetfulness
unfinished and lost
when I have the luck
of finding myself to death
I'm going to offer everything
the time lived and this
glass covered by
a distant moment
a moment of forgetfulness
if love returned
if I had a brother a friend
a dream in your hand
I would die this pain of seeking heat
in the cruel labyrinth of
this glass of alcohol
of these streets without sun
Only among all we can make this a better place :)