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Oblivion is the shot to the conscience.
Memory is the end of innocence.
Blow hard to create a wind
That won't let the memories fade away.

I bring firewood so a flame won't die
That doesn't want to see us as blind.
Because I’ll never heal the wound
Of watching my life slip away.

Let’s not forget that night in December,
Young souls in search of glory,
Faced to face with death
Due to a treacherous whirlwind.

Give me back the spontaneous smiles
That I can trade for my skepticism.
That’s the one that arises in misfortune
From feeling like a naive, unprotected fool.
And let the future just be what comes
And not that karma that keeps my panic entertained.

At night, in bed, I’m not alone.
Because guilt is a tenant in my guts.
When, in reality, the owners of this pain,
Are politicians of the worst kind.

It seems like it’s all been for nothing.
There are only parents who don’t lose hope
Of ending the impunity that promotes
A rage that shows no mercy.

Let those who think in their lives
They’ll never pay the costs that come with it.
Forget their daring malice.
And let it never, let it never happen again.
Let it never, but never happen again.
Let it never, but never, never happen again...

Give me back the spontaneous smiles
That I can trade for my skepticism.
That’s the one that arises in misfortune
From feeling like a naive, unprotected fool.
And let the future just be uncertainty
And not the flame that amplifies my fears.

Reintegrate the color that lived in dreams,
I can give a hundred nightmares.
Those that shed light on my disdain,
And want to push a stumbling sun.
And let the future just be uncertainty
And not the flame that amplifies my fear.
And not the cloud that keeps me from seeing the sky.