The Stance Of Evander Sinque

La Postura de Evander Sinque

The Stance Of Evander Sinque

Era un hombre pobre, aunque era un genioHe was a poor man, though he was genius
¿Escucharían al hombre loco?Would they listen to the crazy man
¿Lo ayudarían hasta su fin?Would they help him to his end
Era un hombre alto, piel pálida y espalda rotaHe was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
Y nadie lo conocía, aunque era un genioAnd no-one knew him, though he was genius
Lo temían, lo encerraronThey feared him, locked him away
Y en silencio rezabaAnd in silence would he pray

Vivía solo, aunque muchas voces hablabanHe lived alone, though many voices spoke
Encontraba paz en su pequeño mundoHe found peace, in his little world
Así que lo golpearon, hasta su finSo they beat him, to his end
Yace olvidadoHe lays forgotten
Piel muerta y cuello rotoDead skin and broken neck
Y nadie lo conocíaAnd no-one knew him
Aunque era un genioThough he was genius

¿Quién era él, ese hombre loco?Who was he, that crazy man
Solo un perdedor, hasta el finalJust a loser, to the end