De Un Solo Golpe

There are songs that are written
With tears
And are sung with blood
In the throat
It's because the heart explodes
With the blow of distance

There are ghosts that curse the present
And flagellate without fear of sadness
Drowning in a single blow
What remains of your existence

With a single blow
life kills you
With a single blow
they rot your soul
With a single blow
hell consumes you
With a single blow
heaven denies you

Cursed be the tireless time
That escapes mercy
That fades feeling
That disgraces your memory

Promises live in the wind
When memory is enslaved
They become crazy storms
That stir desire