Cálice

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 the son of the saint
It would be better to be the son of the other
Another reality less dead
So many lies, so much brute force

How difficult it is to wake up silent
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
Bewildered, I remain attentive
In the stands to at any moment
See the monster emerge from the lagoon

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

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

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

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 lose your judgment
I want to smell diesel smoke
Get drunk until someone forgets me

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

Father, take this chalice away from me
Father, take this chalice away from me
Father, take this chalice away from me