Epitafio
Ardiendo con furia
rezo en un templo sentimental
peregrino de tu iglesia, tu devoto seguidor.
inducido lentamente voy
entre famas y esperanzas,
eskivando la incomprension
de la heroica indiferencia: el delito delator
dejo ciego orgullo en el cajon
en procesion doliente, kon un vital ensuenio
robandote sonrisas, con imperioso actuar
para ke no estes mal
doy fe de mi efervesencia ke son los ecos de la guerra
preso de mi memoria prometere aliviar...
para ke no estes mal
tengo raiz conflictiva me es imposible mentir
de tanta melancolia de un tiro me aburri
kon kampanas anunciando el fin
ilusiones arrancadas
huesos ke se kiebran en mi
soy testigo de mi dicha, de ke no puedas ver
en mi ser oculto padecer
si toda voz se desmaya
provocare la histeria
en una maraton de suenios rotos ke se iran
con palidez mortal
es el amargo desprecio de la codicia humana
ke tendera tu cama para ke no duermas bien
y luago te usara, te usara!
siguelo, siguelo hasta caer
a tu suenio y tus ilusiones
solo siguelas!
voy renunciando al carnaval
por no lograr mis piernas mover
durante la korta vida ke me keda en los pies
le dare batalla al mal traer
marmol mudo tan eterno
fraseando lo mejor de mi
perdoname si esta noche me volvi sentimental
la agonia pronto se marchara
Epitaph
Burning with fury
I pray in a sentimental temple
pilgrim of your church, your devoted follower.
slowly induced I go
between rumors and hopes,
avoiding incomprehension
of heroic indifference: the revealing crime
I leave blind pride in the drawer
in a mournful procession, with a vital daydream
stealing smiles from you, with imperative action
to make sure you're not feeling bad
I testify to my effervescence which are the echoes of war
imprisoned by my memory I will promise relief...
to make sure you're not feeling bad
I have a conflicting root, I can't lie
from so much melancholy I got tired of it
with bells announcing the end
illusions torn apart
bones breaking inside me
I am witness to my happiness, that you can't see
the hidden suffering in me
even if every voice fades away
I will provoke hysteria
in a marathon of broken dreams that will go away
with deadly paleness
it's the bitter contempt of human greed
that will make your bed so you can't sleep well
and then it will use you, use you!
follow him, follow him until you fall
to your dream and your illusions
just follow them!
I am giving up the carnival
to not be able to move my legs
during the short life I have left in my feet
I will battle against the bad bringing
mute eternal marble
phrasing the best of me
forgive me if tonight I became sentimental
the agony will soon leave