El Amasijo De Un Gran Sueño
Almafuerte
The Mass of a Great Dream
It was without a reason,
my great dream all mashed up.
I cried a lot for its unexpectedness.
If there was a reason
they didn't communicate it to me,
those who yesterday
shared so much with me.
They planned to separate me
and upon knowing, I stepped aside.
I sing my reason
so that whoever wants to, keeps it.
For I go again,
once again as before.
Many friends were distressed to know
that my dream
remained in the past.
While the merchant informant laughed,
discrediting always
what the local feels.
Whispering, dishonoring.
Without stopping, remembering yesterday.
What had been,
and what could not be.
I keep trying next to the heavy metal
to reach those who feel it,
sending my truths head-on,
my truths.
Without stopping, remembering yesterday.
What had been,
and what could not be.
I keep trying next to the heavy metal
to reach those who feel it,
sending my truths head-on.
It was without a reason,
my great dream all mashed up.
I cried a lot for its unexpectedness.
They planned to separate me
and upon knowing, I stepped aside.
Many friends were distressed to know
that my dream
remained in the past.
While the merchant informant laughed,
discrediting always
what the local feels.
Whispering, dishonoring.
