Como Abrazao a Un Rencor

It's ready, the gossiping women have sentenced
And the man, already deceased in the omen
In the last moment of his poor real life
He left the world the testament
Of these bitter words
Planted with his grudge

Tonight my feats have forever ended
A mysterious talk corners my heart
Someone sharpens in the corners the rigor of the scythe
And something lurks near the bed sniffing my coffin

The worst memories shatter my head
A childhood without toys and a past without honor
The pain of chains that still burn my wrists
And a woman who kneels my manly resolve

I want to die with myself
Without confession and without God
Crucified in my sorrows
Like embracing a grudge
I owe nothing to life
I owe nothing to love
The former gave me bitterness
And love, a betrayal

I don't want the comedy of sincere tears
Nor comforting words, nor do I seek forgiveness
I don't aim for sacraments, nor funeral words
I surrender meekly, as I surrendered to the button

Only to you, distant mother, if you lived I would give
The right to light four candles to my farewell
To pour all your chest over my heretic agony
To cry over my hands and ask for my heart