Comunismo

I arrived home and had the impression
That it took a century to get here,
Took a year to climb up,
Took an hour to walk in
And a second to see you and laugh.
I always have this rush, I don't know
If it's because I want to tell you
How the day's skin is like a book
Absorbing water from the salt.
I think the height of life
Is to tell what happens to us,
To make a flowery fable of our tragedy.
Some don't risk men to go to the moon
And Palestinians are murdered in batches of thousands,
I don't know what to say anymore...
The height of life
Is to tell what happens to us,
While old mistakes
Demand silence.
And I'm just a man passing by
A man selling his neck on the streets
Like everyone here.
Every year I put on clean clothes
And go to you.
As if you wash away my lies
And go to you.
As if you wash away my blood
And go to you.
Every year I arrive home
And go to you.
As if you were communism
And go to you...
As if you were communism
And go to you...