Un Lugar Llamado Nada
Txus Di Fellatio
A Place Called Nothing
Death winks at me
Whispers silences in my pain,
Promises of an intense void
Where there's no more color
Except the one from my own shadow
Reflecting a wall of air,
Built in memory,
On the eternal painter's palette.
Death asks me for a kiss,
Strips my fear with its voice.
Makes love to me and in its bed
Steals my life,
Calms my pain.
Names me the eternal owner
Of the land of the enclosed sea,
Beyond heaven and hell,
Where a tear is frozen,
Where laughter is withered.
I'm the king of a land without sorrows,
Without memories, without love.
The homeland of those who couldn't bear life
And prefer the cowardice
Of a rigged death,
To facing a new day,
To fighting every morning...
I'm the king of deported sadness,
Of disguised anguish, of a place called death.
I'm the king
Of a place called Nothing.
