Etikas Sobre Manido

This ain't the tale
of a giant or a crazy wanderer, nor is it the story
of goodbye I don't expect your applause or a tender kiss
or a hug or a magical moment It's not an
affectatious verse or a surrealistic poem or a
horror story Not anti-Armenian Dadaist, nor the
reflection of your gaze... it's just another shitty song
There are distant words that can't be touched there
are revealing songs that I can't reach there are
moments-disguises, that try to
forget/fleeting testimonies (worn-out - banal) A
thousand looks without kisses, without caresses or love/of that
unconfessed love, of that love shit Your sales,
your paths are closed to me / no need
for the verses I once made for you The pain smells like an accent - an accent without love-
Sheared in clippings with tailor's scissors I never said I love you, never gave an explanation
Your looks, your smile I gift to another asshole Music is not my life/nor my life a song So even if the singing is shit... and that
shit is ME Maybe I'm a God, maybe a poet,
a prophet without honor Confined in versions, in
visions, rations You'll be my secret my
silent illusion/maybe I'll write a manifesto
declaring my love to you Fuck it all! I'm not
anyone's lackey to be mocked I'm not a priest or a bullfighter or a tenant of a couch I don't have worker gods to whom I owe prayers I only have a mirror that I don't intend to take care of Why
wear disguises, if this song is about
love? (about a revered love that speaks without mouth and without goodbye) Fuck it all!