Cenaculo, El Adios a Los Celadores de La Cordura
Leusemia
Cenacle, The Goodbye to the Keepers of Sanity
And the drain says "goodbye",
I still hold your shadow and don’t even notice.
It rises and spins and tries to see,
But it can’t even find its own hat.
The coin that spins has gone to its grave,
I still carry your eyes like a fire.
If they stop the world, I’ll be the first to jump off...
Because it sounds better here in silence...
Reach me that light: I love you.
Don’t turn it off, I still can’t see.
And from here, we say goodbye to the asylum.
We say goodnight to its nameless doors,
To its fireflies lit by prisons,
Of renunciations, of madness!
Of tiny windows and lost causes,
Of repeat offenders and shattered mirrors.
To sharpen the heart,
To ride every drop of rain,
Every light that collapses,
Every voice that hides in the warmest, truest cloud,
In that dark civic harmony
Where we’ll give each other... a hug! and a toast!
...for the mirages! ...for the bonfires!
For your smile that I carry
Like a crossroads on my shoulder.
And because despite everything... I still sing to you.......
Madness!!
