Cálice

Father, take this chalice away from me
Father, take this chalice away from me
Father, take this chalice away from me
Of red wine of blood

How to drink from this bitter drink
Swallow the pain, swallow the toil
Even with a silent mouth, the chest remains
Silence in the city is not heard
What good is it to be a son of the saint
It would be better to be a son of the other
Another reality less dead
So many lies, so much brute force

How difficult it is to wake up in silence
If in the dead of night I harm myself
I want to let out an inhuman scream
That's a way to be heard
All this silence bewilders me
Dazed, I remain attentive
In the stands, at any moment
To see the monster emerge from the lagoon

The pig is too fat to walk
The knife is too dull to cut
How difficult it is, father, to open the door
This word stuck in the throat
This Homeric hangover in the world
What good is having goodwill
Even with a silent chest, the mind remains
Of the drunks in the city center

Perhaps the world is not small
Nor is life a done deal
I want to invent my own sin
I want to die from my own poison
I want to lose your mind once and for all
My mind losing your judgment
I want to smell diesel smoke
Get drunk until someone forgets me