Dulces Noches de Luna y Pateras

Born like we all were, but he got the dark side of the sea.
Last of seven brothers, he carried the name of the prophet.
He begged for change from his own shadow, kept all five promises.
His partner dragged twenty years, always by his side pushing through life.

In front loomed mountains of days.
Who can I tell that hell was his life?
He dreamed while looking through the devil's window.
Mirages aren't the desert, they're beyond the strait.

Worse than killing a man is blocking his path.
Much worse is drowning his fate.
The world belongs to everyone, they have to pass.
Here we all enter, or neither God nor Allah gets in.

Sweet nights of moon and rafts. Summer: time to travel.
The clouds cry on the shore, the sea spits out foam of rage.
Hungry footsteps in the sand, I only hear the world breathe.
True pain makes no noise, nor does the sky.

Illusions slip through the fingers of water.
Cruise of the damned, failure of the failures.
Death bathes among the waves.
Anteroom of dreams, the stars roll alone.

Worse than killing a man is blocking his path.
Much worse is drowning his fate.
The world belongs to everyone, let them pass.
Here we all enter, or neither God nor Allah gets in.

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Worse than killing a man is blocking his path.
Much worse is drowning his fate.
Fences and barbed wire can't stop.
What is a tide today will soon be a storm.

A letter asking for answers is traveling the land.
There are gazes that keep looking even if your soul is blind.
One day the sea will remember the names of all it buries.
If we build a bridge of the dead, what good are the stones?

Cursed sea that has to unite and separates.
Cursed border laws: colors, flags, and homelands.
The night is turning into darkness.
They call it a strait, but it's wide, and deeper than sorrows.

Worse than killing a man is blocking his path.
Much worse is drowning his fate.
The world belongs to everyone, they have to pass.
Here we all enter, or neither God nor Allah gets in.

Born like we all were, stardust, sky, and sea.
There are so many drowned that even the ocean will dry up.
She waits, keeps waiting, thinks she might have crossed.
He kicks at the sky from the bottom of a black well.

Widows of the living and the dead wait for news.
News that is always bad on the dark side of the sea.
Shipwrecks keep claiming lives.
Hopes remain sunk at the feet of Gibraltar.

Worse than killing a man is blocking his path.
Much worse is drowning his fate.
The world belongs to everyone, they have to pass.
Here we all enter, or neither God nor Allah gets in.