Poetical Unburden - VXIII

Dyed black lopping on the clown

spill you all the hatred on me...

A mournful sadness and of fuss,

Nothing holds distances it finally.

A black tear in the white face

A love buried on 2669km of distance,

And every afternoon the same rain...

And every night the same brurning sun.

Chords in G do not explain such pity

And what you make me feel, is not a theorem

There is no explanation, not even solution...

There is only my mind and heart,

Nothing more than that...

My home is my dream

And I already have no place to be able to rest

While come midnight to become empty

Filling my head of insomnia and weeping.

Drown the poem, poetize!

Drowns everything with tears

While it drowns you in the vices

Since there is not more voking;

And throw everything out

The money, the glory, the future...

Nothing matters if I don't last a long time,

Nothing is worth without love.

[Traduzido por Rafaela Duccini]