El ocaso del tiempo

[Lom-C]
Since the sunset of time, the world screams, the last tear,
society's cry written in this loneliness,
victim dying in the shadow without freedom,
my notebook will note the symptoms, I fly again.
I write a storm with this pen that feeds the people,
I'm that fruit of the tree that I barely bite,
I study in the city, corner of the soul I imagine,
hanging from the branch of destiny and showing my truth.
Hope, the solution in my magic garden,
the feeling is sweet and infects you,
I spiral and wait alone at sunset,
I know passion is just failure and shows its end.
When scarce love misses its appointment
and the animal returns, terminally ill, withering us,
glass life with hands that shape,
in the village of a thousand ideas blinded by metal.
Read my writings full of nostalgia,
an attack on your conscience, a traveling song,
the cursed writer, a legend and a magical present,
for the pleasure of doing acrobatics on the plastic.
I chew on panic, those who suffer and can't bear it,
society's cancer, printed in lunatic cries,
I practice this and scream into the void that I want to overcome,
dream of looking at the day and dodging the cold.
Seeing the sunrise, is another image of the sunset,
come, among my tears of death and regression,
and hasten your step, think that the day flies between the shadows,
Lom-C and Abram name you to grow.

[Chorus]
Our screams sound and the sunset of time falls,
an infinite paradise, shows prisons, everyone gets distracted,
but they walk and don't understand,
life darkens in this dance with death.

We advance towards the end of a path of legends,
lives that are nothing but offerings to the days,
understand the way to love, the suffering,
before it gets dark, in our sunset of time.

[Abram]
Breaking barriers with my mind, my eyes don't distinguish,
giving my texts a bilingual intonation,
heart and reason are smiles and laments,
observing I feel that the sunset of time
is fate, is the destiny that marks our path,
I toast to life with this cup of wine, friend,
written on linen and silk with traces of blood,
man's stay so brief yet so grand.
In this swarm of shadows, debris, lives,
hunger, love, thirst, peace, salt, and wounds,
eternal suicides for the lightness and its weight,
an eternal process towards the sunset, no return.
I lived in excess without thinking of a tomorrow,
until I saw my EEG up close,
flat, felt like I was dying, that I would never breathe again,
and I was reborn by my worldwide bleeding.
My ataraxia, mom, you know I would do it,
life is overcoming until the day ends,
life is a second that wanted to feel immense,
surges of energy in the vastness of the universe.
I tend to be negative, as I know chance
rules our lives, we can avoid it,
stumble, take flight and start over,
it's our cross and greatest virtue at the same time.
Walk like the girl with curly black hair,
live like Momo, enjoy every winter,
like the first or the last, today I also resurrect,
like every day I face a new writing.
I follow my instincts, my heart speaks,
Abram in the nude, ladies and gentlemen,
enjoy the moment, don't long for better times,
because the sunset of time gives you flowers.

[Chorus]
Our screams sound and the sunset of time falls,
an infinite paradise, our prison, everyone gets distracted,
but they walk and don't understand,
life darkens in this dance with death.

We advance towards the end of a legendary path,
lives that are nothing but offerings to the days,
understand the way to love, the suffering,
before it gets dark in our sunset of time