How death goes secretly
And it is not known that tomorrow
I'm going to make my will
To distribute what I need
Well, what I had is already done
He's already warm, he's home
I'm going to make my will
To close dream accounts
(Sung)
I owe a song to the smile,
To the spring smile, that one that jumps
I owe you a song in a hurry
So that it was close, crouching
I owe a song to what I knew
To what I knew and could not be more than silence
I owe him a song, one that occupies
The amount of scathing love of an oath
I owe a song to sins,
To the sins that I did not spend, those that I could not
I owe you a song, not as a brother,
But salt that the delight also alludes
I owe a song to lies,
A small, fragile lie, almost saved
I owe him a hardened song,
A murderous, brute, bloodthirsty song
(Recitation)
I owe a song to the opportune,
At the opportune time, mutilator of how much wing
I owe you a dark tone song
that chained him to wander his eternal dawn
I owe a song to the borders,
To human borders, not those of mystery
I owe you a song so little new,
As the most elementary voice of the schools.
I owe a song to a bullet,
To a projectile that must have waited for me in a cell
I owe you a desperate song,
Desperate for not being able to see her
I owe a song to the partner,
To the companion of risks, to that of victory
I owe him a new singing song,
A common flag that flies with the story
(Sung)
I owe you a song, one to death,
One to the voracious death that eats so much
I owe you a song that sinks the tooth
And then spread with the explosion singing fires
I owe a song to the impossible
To the woman, to the star, to the dream that throws us
I owe you an indescribable song
Like a candle inflamed in winds of hope ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)