Mi Eden de Tisteza

[Porta]
It's my eden of sadness, a smile and two tears
dropping slowly, sliding on the page
hope dries up and evaporates with the wind
with the air because I still feel that I vibrate with your breath
I keep thinking about those nights by your side
in a relationship so serious, pride is useless
so keep it locked away in your memory
let the wind take us to a place of fantasies and dreams
it's my eden, it's my sadness, I'm still in a withered world
far from everything else, separated from your heartbeat, heartbeat
little by little I feel cold
I feel the rain falling, I want to drown in your river
be that child, I want to feel your kisses
touches, hugs, your affection in these verses
I make a wish every day but it never comes true
the same dream every night interrupts my sleep
your image corrupts me in my head
I see your eyes, your gaze, your admirable beauty
I feel your lips brushing against me as I lie down, you're my fairy
in bed sharing loneliness with my pillow
I want to fill the void that you left
in my interior that gives pain, hatred, and love, you made me fall in love
with just one look you made me a unique and happy child
I believed in you, in an endless infinity
happiness is on the way and not in the destination
a faithful friend told me when my world sank deep
like in quicksand
I seek the light in a sea of sliding darkness
on a sheet, on a sheet that never ends
I want to open doors that remain closed to me
I keep walking standing still, walking against the wall
and never moving forward, the clock broke, I never quenched my thirst

This is my eden of sadness, I hear the silence screaming
an echo sounds in the void, I feel cold, I feel the goodbye of your lips
because you became what I most wanted
you were my eden, my life the end, the today and the yesterday.

[Pumpkin]
There is no justice between us, only silence in my eden.
Taken justice, I erase traces of your DNA, and taken justice.
I confess so that the case can see the seed rise.
The thread holds me at the end, absence causes my seeds.

What's happening? What time is it?
No one answers me.
On the mailbox there is only my name.
I am disoriented in a world
full of mobiles, people swim
smiling but too mobile.
Here I make silence, missing only the volume,
the crowd evolves bile, my thought dissolves,
don't make marbles.
to erase the memory it is enough
to remove the battery and burn the photos
that we stack over the course of happiness.
Who am I there in front of the world, not a single
Second to remove in an instant to think to exist.
Hours pass slowly I was left there
like a va who messes up waiting for the
next day that sings. But it's not me who's messing around,
it's not me who relapses no one argues with me. Life is
a funny story watch out for the fall the
vi if vi brushes us watch out for the uppercut.
Attracted by the solstice and under the neon, they
laugh in my face, they say I'm
a parasite but they play deaf, they bog me down
in the crowd they give me elbows, only people who sulk there...we push each other, no thumbs up,
no room
for everyone no oxygen for those who cough
. . . . . . . .you take out
the pen from its case love is dead and
it left its smell on the sheets
I smile and it seems to me . . . . . . but who
knows who feels it so insane that it seems
outside the wrong sense flees like a void of
blood, inside a draft and I fly away with the ashes.
I stop dancing the room and in . . . . . . . . room
I know the song and it prevents me from thinking,
I hesitate between staying or going when I spend the moment
. . . . . . . distant
no one is waiting for me...

[Porta]
This is my eden of sadness, I hear the silence screaming
an echo sounds in the void, I feel cold, I feel the goodbye of your lips
because you became what I most wanted
you were my eden, my life the end, the today and the yesterday.

[Pumpkin]
There is no justice between us, only silence in my eden.
Taken justice, I erase traces of your DNA, and taken justice.
I confess so that the case can see the seed rise.
The thread holds me at the end, absence causes my seeds.