Sigue humeante
tu presencia
sigue en el aire
tu huella,
y las sombras
que oscurecen
este paraíso
persisten
en las ausencias.
The darkness,
fallow my way..
the wind
remain calm..
an the knifes
shines in the middle
of the night...
The drums..
call the war..
the paradise
get dark...
and the birds
doesn't sang...
just cry...
The earth,
still running,
her heart
still beating,
but the days...
cover the drama..
the really drama
of the existence...
Y mis manos
siguen latiedo
la tinta
que llevan dentro
mi pulso,
sige temblando
el tiempo
que le biene
persigiendo
por tu abnegda ausencía
y sus atardeceres
en el limbo...
de los sentimientos
Is the big
issue
of the humanity
to feel free
their self,
when they remain
slaves
of his freedom
and their flags...
ad now...
still dark,
there...
outside.
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