Hielo

Today my silence is screaming
Anxious to dress another beginning
The fingers that painted my canvas
Turned into ochre stains drawing contempt

And as much as I am ashamed
If I think of you, I punish myself
If I dream of you, I sentence myself

The fault is yours for putting a price on me
The fault is mine for unconsciously climbing the trapeze
We were martyrs of impatience
You were called light, today you are surnamed absence

You were always so discreet
That you made no noise even when packing my life in your suitcase

You were a form of existence
Path, arrival, destiny, essence

I who thought myself a poet
The wind moved your hair and rewrote the letters

You left my chest orphaned
My hands wonder how much your legs measured
Now when I walk to the bed
There is a path of withered flowers that remind me

Why do I call you from afar?
If the echo returns your name with melancholy
When I open the fridge, what irony
There are two beers, one is full and the other empty
I know how to live, because I know how to think
But reasoning is a dog without a muzzle
When I long for your lips, I repeat incessantly
That Judas also knew how to kiss

The last supper was sad
You seasoned your excuses, but you didn't eat me
Now I think of when you loved me
And I pray to the words you once told me

I don't know if it was worth it
Staying lethargic with your siren song
Today I am guilty of my problems
If I drift aimlessly in another eternal melody

Your fingers were a scale
And you turned my shoulders into a staff
Any virtuoso who touches you exclaims
That your waist is the most beautiful symphony heard

The light has lost its shine
You tore off the crown and brought down the castle
I still see you naked in the hallway
And looking away is not easy for me

I walked blindly to the rocks
And the salt reminded me that there were other mouths
Although a dreamer never admits defeat
If the reins are firm, time does not run wild

Serve me another whiskey with ice
For my burnt fingers will no longer guide its flight
For this torn voice no longer tastes like velvet
For these glossy eyes are no longer gates to heaven

Puppet with contained rage
But with the hope of one who knows he still breathes
I don't know how to live with this wound
A goodbye is forever, a see you later is a lie

Blon - Ice