Despojos de Poeta
Gritando En Silencio
Spoils of a Poet
On the edge of my life
Only the spoils remain
Tears of black color
That darken my eyes
What does it matter if I fall to the ground?
What does it matter if I get up?
Looking for a dark corner
To not hear my crying
Where did the poet go
Who sought his anarchy,
Who had so much nerve
And who always smiled?
I'm left with just a cigarette
A half-broken voice
A guitar that plays
Slowly fading away
I'm left with hope
To keep shouting freely
Even though my soul in tatters
Remains condemned
What does it matter if I fall to the ground
And don't get back up?
If lying face up
I prefer to keep crying
I walk in a moonless night
Where I only drink wine
And what does the color of the mud matter,
Black like my destiny
I'm left with just a cigarette
A half-broken voice
A guitar that plays
Slowly fading away
I'm left with hope
To keep shouting freely
Even though my soul in tatters
Remains condemned
