Grief

I wish the sadness would fade away when I wake up
It would dissolve with the morning light
But it stubbornly clings on
To the things, the homes, and the gestures
Because we old folks cry for what we couldn't mourn as kids
We were told not to cry, and now we wake up with gritty eyes
And our souls on the floor from crying so much in dreams, the grief we couldn't keep

The hunger for pain seemed like an easy burden to bear
But it was always a trap
Holding it in felt like being strong
We gambled our lives thinking we were the toughest
But death showed us there's no heavier load
Than the one we think we can carry
It's not the one who cries for their dead that's weak, but the one who can't cry

For me
For you, for me

I have a dog, his name is Grief
I keep him locked up because I don't want anyone to see him
To keep him quiet, I comfort him
When there's not much, he eats scraps
I made him a nice little house, but he sleeps on the roof or on my chest
He rolls around, crushes me, scratches, spins
He's always hungry, he's become a weight
I can't carry him alone and no one helps me with that
I never let him cry
Everyone says it's dangerous to let him escape
I reply that I have nothing else
Since I was a kid, like my faithful shadow, he always follows behind

Today I woke up and he's not there
I don't know how to search for him, I don't know where to find
Now only dreams visit me
I'm no longer his owner
Life is torment if there's no Grief

Gambeta, morbeta
Final
Gambeta, gambeta, gambeta, gambeta