Del Entorno
Almafuerte
From the Environment
Worked magics, from the dark mistake
Make my flesh, sigh for brightness.
I resist the idea of giving to the paper,
metal phrases from my environment.
And that of many, that my song
causes horror or they do not notice.
That I don't give a damn about fashion.
About the cumbia and its party.
About the false love and the
divine punishment.
God is love says the pastor
Arriving from work, the afternoon sees me
Joining the conversation and finding out that
Undercover police investigation.
Stoned to death, they were by the neighbors.
Who don't sleep, because they sell,
the cut wine substance.
At the time they queue.
Young mothers, and transvestites too.
The dawn arriving in the neighborhood.
To my window,
I hear the singing of a
survivor rooster,
announcing the day.
And the passing of the train
rolling the tracks
that go towards their destiny.
Like so many that my song
causes horror or they do not notice.
That I don't give a damn about fashion.
About the cumbia and its party.
About the false love
and the divine punishment.
In this reason
I am melted.
