Madre

I am a raindrop
I am an extinguished cigarette
I am a dirty page
I am a rusty knife
I am the midnight sun
I am people's fear
I am a car accident
I am the madness of your mind
I am not, I am not, I am not, I am not
Not even a poor dying parasite
That I'm dying, that I'm dying, that I'm dying,
That I'm dying, it's not that I don't want to, no!
It's that I don't want to look at you
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I return to my black hole to embed myself
And in the womb, in the womb, in the womb,
In the womb of my redeemer, mother!
I'm back, mother, I'm back ...
And with black leaves,
Will-o'-the-wisps,
Red candles
I kill myself
I am the worker's helmet
I am your clean and pure hatred
I am the damn month of January
I am your hard heart
I am the passage of time
I am a poor man who has stolen
I am a hungry dog
I am a deranged madman