Fin De Carnaval

I can spend hours without talking
and put my heart in neutral.
My heart, it knows no mercy,
it knows no humility,
it won't settle for just beating.

Every night feels like the end of a carnival,
the sky always keeps the best for itself.
It knows how to count, it’s seen me in the city
spinning around non-stop,
yelling for a god.

Where's the love and the desire?
Where are the kisses you gave me?
Where's the eternity you promised?
Where's that eternity?

Silence always ignores my pain,
it's a deep well that invites me to fall.
The house is so still for me,
so lost for you
that you never came back in.

I lower the blinds and dance one, two, three
(one, two, three, one, two, three)
it's a light waltz that will calm me down.
Just being skin, being the shit on the altar
and a heron while I walk.
Being the mirror of the days.

Being of the sun and all the roads,
being of the wind and one solid piece
and not killing myself over a memory,
not postponing like this but not forgetting.