Feria Verdadera

I do my best not to be who I was
The wind with its whistles is always attentive
To what the river dictates

I do what I can to see from the outside
At twenty-nine who is not Fragile, Suffering, Cynical, and Brave

Separate the shine from the true wax
Remove the dirty dust from the pains that don't burn

The candle that blew out finally melted and left a trail
Without condemnation, without condemnation

I threw it with the fish to the bottom of the sea
I threw it with the fish to rest in peace

To rest in peace
To rest in peace
To rest in peace...