Osíris

Hours pass, skimming madness
Prisoner of my poetry
Many ups and downs, little plain
I am a thief and a policeman

Drops fall, without warning
Coming from beyond
From an unconscious, already unmanageable
That doesn't let me live in peace

Little by little, this armor rusts
Hard to abandon
I have a date with myself
That I don't dare to face

I am so far from myself
That I can't see my essence
Poor you, leaf in flames
I unload my impatience on you

In the judgment of the dead before Osiris
My heart would tip the scales
And yet, I can't realize
Which ghost will give birth to my distrust

But I promise, to no one but myself
To triumph again in this passionate game
And the day I no longer fear the abysses
To thank those who were always by my side

I don't want to sing victory
For describing what I feel
In my state, after glory
And in a terrible moment

And to you, song of anger and hope
I promise not to abandon you
I also have a knot in my stomach
For not being able to set you free

But, but at least for now
Your place is a drawer
Because it's disrespectful to sing to you without emotion

And this intruder within me doesn't deserve to sing to you
Someone greater deserves you
Able to immortalize you

In the judgment of the dead before Osiris