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The Visitor

Almafuerte

El Visitante

Olvidar
Yo sé bien que no podés
Como la sociedad olvida
Que fuiste obligado a marchar
En su defensa

Recordando el mal momento
Atrincherado en tu habitación
Soledad, humo y penumbras
Despertares de ultratumba

Apocalipsis del sustento interior
Andar sin encontrarle alivio al tormento
Desesperante, mórbida aflicción
Del visitante
Y su castigo

Fui elegido
Para cantarte
Por quienes quieren olvido restarte
Grave pesado
Más no inconsciente
Yo te lo mando ex combatiente

Grave pesado
Más no inconsciente
Yo te lo mando ex combatiente

Para vos

Apocalipsis del sustento interior
Andar sin encontrarle alivio al tormento
Desesperante, mórbida aflicción
Del visitante
Y su castigo

Fui elegido
Para cantarte
Por quienes quieren olvido restarte
Grave pesado
Más no inconsciente
Yo te lo mando ex combatiente

Grave pesado
Más no inconsciente
Yo te lo mando ex combatiente
Para vos

The Visitor

Forget
I know well that you can't
Like society forgets
That you were forced to march
In its defense

Remembering the bad times
Hiding in your room
Loneliness, smoke, and shadows
Awakenings from the grave

Apocalypse of inner sustenance
Walking without finding relief from the torment
Desperate, morbid affliction
Of the visitor
And its punishment

I was chosen
To sing to you
For those who want to take away your forgetfulness
Heavy and grave
But not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant

Heavy and grave
But not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant

For you

Apocalypse of inner sustenance
Walking without finding relief from the torment
Desperate, morbid affliction
Of the visitor
And its punishment

I was chosen
To sing to you
For those who want to take away your forgetfulness
Heavy and grave
But not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant

Heavy and grave
But not unconscious
I send it to you, ex-combatant
For you

Escrita por: Ricardo Iorio, Claudio Marciello