Nocturno

What is so suffered without sleep through the blood
Only anger is heard pulsating
In the marrow, hatred trembles wide awake
And in the marrow, vengeance burns continuously

Words then are useless, just words

Manifestos, writings, comments, speeches
Lost smoke, scared mists
What pain of papers that the wind must carry
What sadness of ink that the water must erase

Words then are useless, just words

Now I suffer the poor, the mean, the sad
The unfortunate and dead that has a throat
When from the abyss of its language it would
Scream what it cannot for being impossible and stays silent

Words then are useless, just words
Manifestos, writings, comments, speeches
Lost smoke, scared mists
What pain of papers that the wind must carry
What sadness of ink that the water must erase

Words then are useless, just words

Tonight I feel the words wounded to death