Dos Secas

The poetry cursed by harmony
The reason to fight for hypocrisy
Grass for salt, innocence for evil
Madness of thinking, anesthesia
For forgetting more

Some wisdom for crying defeats
Of going with soapy feet
On the tightrope
Vice by chance, rescue to escape
The fever for turning
And much more to miss

Blindness to come
Two dry ones for laughing
Foolish for loving
Epitaphs to live by

Another shot for nothing
Lead for a life
Almost social justice for the police
The shadow for the light
The gods to believe in
The face for the cross
Adults just for growing up

Blindness to come
Two dry ones for laughing
Foolish for loving
Epitaphs to live by

For being blind, for being a vice, for being stupid, for being clever
Due to the uncertainty of not
Being able to see what I long for

Blindness to come
Two dry ones for laughing
Foolish for loving
Epitaphs to live by