El beso frío

Tell me if you can why,
boy coming your way,
you have a hard look,
your soul carries a padlock.
With your old man's step,
hunger has withered you.

I don't know if you have the strength
to have hope.
Your gaze is scary,
it seems like you seek revenge.
Or are you looking for the lost God
among skins of praises?

I think you're right,
we must find the culprit,
the one who gave the cold kiss
to your mother that night,
condemning you forever
to be the son of the air.

As soon as night falls,
you cover yourself with black wine.
As soon as night falls,
the cold kills you inside.
From child to old man,
no one thought about your fate.