Puesta de Sol

I know who left from a sunset
To be a herald of the dawn
Night butterflies call him traitor
And the daytime ones wait for his appearance,
False like the joy cradled by alcohol
To which, hungover, punishes later
It's living from a past that has already gone

I know, I saw it

Poor the follower whom destiny made king
And executes according to the jester's song
When laughter rises to the level of law
It's because tears own the situation
Dreamer, lifting the ground from under your feet
You sustain yourself by stepping on others' dreams
And with eloquent speeches, we go all out.

I know, I saw it
Those are the arguments.

On a ship that sets sail,
Towards dawn
Who plays the harp
Will encourage the rower
Sing of hopes
But also of the essence of sorrows.
Barrenness of the soul
Of one's own soul
Like the soul of others
Aiming at the shadow
That there is no better refuge
Than the light, that burns.

Where the fiercest truths
Become harlots, charging us our innocence
In what place does the poison hide
Life...
I'm weaving my coat, we'll see
if it covers me from sleep to the genital
winter begins at sunset...