Cançó Pòstuma

Posthumous Song

The boom sounded, the clap, the street vibrated
Smell of asphalt, memories
A beat by Premier. The voice of the neighborhoods
Painting metaphors on the canvases
Rhyming landscapes, musicalizing the verb

I'll tell you
Six years dying for a project
Clear conscience and actions that are indeed examples
Because noise distracts, and here we have sought silence
Respect for the people who observe the temple

Rebellious and indulgent songs
Nothing to lick our old wounds
Why coexist with hate when outside there are
Pleasures that bring new starting points?

And I have run and the mistake was necessary
And I have confused life with partying, and money with paradise
Father, look here at the naked corpse
I'm going to the mountain, the will signed

And I have learned to be silent, live and forget past mistakes
And I have lost papers, and that freedom smells like defeat
Why would I let myself be carried away, or give away anything
If we are the best at leading the troop?
I have worked under time pressure
With diction and the right word, it's an intense effort
Knowing, from the beginning, that I would be exposed
And there is joy and benefit, that is the sin

And I have lost some friendships
To have the band I dreamed of
Now I have more time, no more expensive hobbies
A dignified retirement is pending
A cycle closes: Victory
The boat moored, songs rotting in the notebook
I leave you here the naked corpse
Our legacy, thin, the job done

I leave you here a naked corpse
The inconfessable lie and the anxiety
The inconsistencies and the sins
And I have shed the blood of a heart that asks for it
And it spreads like pomegranate juice
Obscene words, immoral behavior

I never left the bars
Nor the wild life either
We were never very good Christians
Rest, if I have to leave
The wind blows strong on the stern

An exciting future will come
I also tell you that I will stop when the sails break
That I don't need obituaries
And whoever comes after, let them row, let them row
And not a single excuse, not an unfulfilled dream, neither to say, nor to do
In war we have lived
And in peace we will leave