El Dolor
La Castañeda
The Pain
A long corridor of broken thresholds must be crossed.
Cold time, no longer deceives,
And fate catches up with us.
The most piercing disorder,
I need to endure.
I don't want any compassion,
A miracle if there is one.
Oh, pain. Don't give me pain.
Oh, pain. Let me feel pain. Don't give me.
If we are born different,
What does it matter if I am irregular.
Internal strength is what I try,
Already fallen into this illness.
I see the world so distant,
So many people brutalized.
Tearing each other apart,
They do not respect pain.
Oh, pain. Don't give me pain.
Oh, pain. Let me feel pain. Don't give me.
Then I look at them silently,
I wish to be healthy and wise.
I wish to be well forever,
But I am dragging myself.
And I know that whoever is by my side,
Carries this burden in their mind.
There are abandoned beings,
With very serious afflictions.
Carrying their pain as they can,
As they can, as they can.
The pain multiplies.
Do not provoke more pain.
The pain multiplies.
Do not provoke...
Pain.
