Si Se Callase El Ruido

This endless din won't let you sleep
trying to fill the days with darkness and enemies
A thunderous pack insists on silencing
the questions, the nuances, the whisper of hopefully

Noise of patriots wrapping themselves in flags
confusing the homeland with the sordidness of their caves
Noise of converts who, fallen from the horse
sow their resentment pursued by their sins

If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains

Noise of the enlightened, shouting from their bonfires
that the end of the world is brought by the light of difference
Noise of inquisitors, they speak to us of freedoms
cracking with their shouts their varnish of tolerance

Never does so much noise of warriors tread the battle
they bring from their battlements the peace of cemeteries
Tell me about your hugs, about our imperfect love
about the light of your utopia, let your voice drown out this din

If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains

If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains

If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains

If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows...