Esos Días

Some hours last longer than your life
sometimes that's the wound
and while everything that was born has already died
has lost sight and is alive and has lost reason
the one I left in your hand as a memory
between four walls of iron, long walls
between four prison walls, prison walls
within its four corners of the same
how that song roars.

And one night,
some boss soldier heart that is already dead
my old heart shattered into a thousand that is already dead
with a senile order, stubborn whims, if it's already dead
with a discordant shout wakes me up, if it's already dead.

In those days the most terrible of secrets,
has become the most beautiful of secrets...
in those days.