Testamento

As death walks in secret
And it is not known what tomorrow
I'm going to make my will
To share what I lack
Well, what I had is already done
He's already dressed, he's already home
I'm going to make my will
To close dream accounts
I owe a song to the smile
To the spring smile, the one that jumps
I owe you a song in a hurry
So that it remains that it was close, crouching

I owe a song to what I knew
To what I knew, it could only be silence
I owe him a song, one that occupies
The amount of gag, love of an oath

I owe a song to the sins
To the sins that I did not spend, those that I could not
I owe you a song not as a brother
Only salt that also alludes to the delectable

I owe a song to lies
To the small, fragile, almost saved lie
I owe you a hardened song
A murderous, brutal, bloodthirsty song

I owe a song to the opportune one
To the opportune mutilator of all wings
I owe you a dark-toned song
Let him chain himself to wander in his eternal dawn

I owe a song to the borders
To human borders, not to those of mystery
I owe you a song that is so little new
As the most elementary voice of the schools

I owe a song to a bullet
To a projectile that had to wait for me in a jungle
I owe you a desperate song
Desperate for not being able to see her

I owe my partner a song
To the partner in risk, to the one in victory
I owe you a new song
A common flag that flies with history

I owe a song, one to death
One to the voracious death that will eat so many
I owe him a song to sink his teeth into
And then spread with the explosion fires of song

I owe a song to the impossible
To the woman, to the star, to the dream that launches us
I owe you an indescribable song
Like a candle lit in the wind of hope