Todo Tan Raro

These are the days of living with death on the back of the neck
in this epidemic of never-ending silences
it would be really good to distract ourselves by weaving tenderness,
let the sorrows make way and a miracle take us dancing.

But everything is so strange.
Everything is so strange.
No one knows the price of hanging in the loneliness raffle.

Today everything is so strange.
Everything is so strange.
One starts by crossing out the double and ends up at the bottom of the sea.

These are the nights of desperate hopes
of dreams in compote and booze to avoid thinking.
But... who tells us that after so much defeat
we change clothes and fears leave us in peace?

Today everything is so strange.
Everything is so strange.
No one knows the price of hanging in the loneliness raffle.

Today everything is so strange.
Everything is so strange.
No one knows the price of hanging in the loneliness raffle.
In this joking country, nothing makes us laugh
with shit climbing up the neck, it gets dark to breathe and continue
because everything is so strange.
Everything so strange.

Today everything is so strange.
Everything is so strange...