Canto

I know I sing for myself
To throw away all the rubbish
That lies within me
And rots me inside
I exercise my freedom
I enjoy my privacy
But I can't forget
That others paid for it

Oh sometimes I think of that poet
And what he had to pay

I also sing for you
My rubbish is yours
Throw them out of you
Inside they only harm you
I'm not afraid of freedom
Although sometimes it scares me
Because I can't forget
That others paid for it

Oh sometimes I think of that poet
And what he had to pay

I sing how bad it comes out for me
When I have to sing horror
Horror like the one I saw
Horror like the one that moves
Horror of seeing myself among so much and so many moments
Of the infinite. where the scream and the silence
Are the goal of this song