Cálice

How to drink this bitter drink?
Swallow the pain, swallow the toil?
Even if you keep your mouth shut, your chest remains
Silence in the city is not heard

What good is it to me to be the son of a saint?
It would be better to be the other person's son
Another less dead reality
So many lies, so much brute force

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of red wine of blood
Cup

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of red wine of blood

How difficult it is to wake up silent
If in the dead of night I get hurt
I want to let out an inhuman scream
Which is a way to be heard

All this silence stuns me
Stunned, I remain alert
In the stands at any moment
See the monster emerge from the lagoon

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of red wine of blood

Chalice, chalice, chalice

The pig is so fat that it can't walk anymore (chalice)
The knife is so used that it no longer cuts (the chalice)
How difficult it is, father, to open the door (chalice)
That word stuck in the throat (chalice)

This Homeric drunkenness in the world (chalice)
What's the use of good will? (Chalice)
Even if the chest is silent, the cup remains
From the downtown drunks (chalice)

Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Father, take this cup from me
Of red wine of blood

Maybe the world is not small (chalice)
Let life not be a fait accompli (chalice)
I want to invent my own sin (chalice)
I want to die from my own poison (chalice)

I want to lose your head once and for all (chalice)
My head loses its mind (chalice)
I want to smell diesel smoke (chalice)
Get drunk until someone forgets me (cup)