El Visitante
Almafuerte
The Visitor
Forget
I know well that you can't
how society forgets
that you were forced to march,
in its defense.
Remembering the bad moment
entrenched in your room;
solitude, smoke, and shadows
awakenings from beyond the grave.
Apocalypse of inner sustenance
walking without finding relief from the torment
desperate, morbid affliction
of the visitor
and his punishment.
I was chosen
to sing to you
for those who want to restart your forgotten
heavy burden
but not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant.
Heavy burden
but not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant.
For you.
Apocalypse of inner sustenance
walking without finding relief from the torment
desperate, morbid affliction
of the visitor
and his punishment.
I was chosen
to sing to you
for those who want to restart your forgotten
heavy burden
but not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant.
Heavy burden.
but not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant.
For you.
