Cálice

How to drink from this bitter drink?
Swallow the pain, swallow the toil?
Even with the mouth shut, 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

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

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
Which is a way to be heard

All this silence bewilders me
Dazed, 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

Chalice, chalice, chalice

The pig is too fat to walk
The knife is too dull to cut
How difficult, father, to open the door
This word stuck in the throat

This Homeric hangover in the world
What good is having goodwill?
Even with the chest silent, 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 head once and for all
My head to lose your sanity
I want to smell diesel oil smoke
Get drunk until someone forgets me

Chalice