Nocturno

What’s suffered so much without sleep for the blood
You can hear the rage pulsing, just the anger
That in the marrow shakes, the hatred wide awake
And in the bones, the vengeance burns on and on

Words then don’t mean shit, they’re just words

Manifestos, writings, comments, speeches
Lost smoke, printed fog
What a pain of papers that the wind will sweep away
What a sadness of ink that the water will wash out

Words then don’t mean shit, they’re just words

Now I suffer the poor, the petty, the sad
The unfortunate and dead that has a throat
When from the abyss of its language it wants
To scream what it can’t because it’s impossible and silent

Words then don’t mean shit, they’re just words
Manifestos, writings, comments, speeches
Lost smoke, frightened fog
What a pain of papers that the wind will carry away
What a sadness of ink that the water will wash out

Words then don’t mean shit, they’re just words

I feel tonight the deathly wounds of words