Lejos de Largada

While I pursue the corner
That heats up my senses
That dilutes this pain
In my blood with wine

Clearing the hours
Of a long penance
I'm losing my smile
And testing my patience

And here I am after all
Far from the starting line
By the side of silence
That leans on my window

However, every now and then
I hit a memory head-on
That remembers to keep me
Out of reach of confinement

Of death and its pupils
Of fear and its threat
Of rain and its exile
Of snow and its avalanche

And here I am after all
Far from the starting line
By the side of silence
That leans on my window

I fear nostalgia
That awaits me in the future
When I no longer have to rush
To chase after nothing

When all the water of the seas
Fits in my gaze
When the noise of the bars
Crouches in my bowels

And here I am after all
Far from the starting line
By the side of silence
That leans on my window