Not long ago, I found myself with my nose injected in a bad whisky sour,
Stirring the ice cubes, with the cherry and the pinch sunk in the yellow mellow water, as if it were the last harbor in the world.
Subterranean roads of my mind led me to that cave where colors were far, and images were only intuitions.
Sailors jumping and stumbling all the way down, running with a bag on their backs, with austere warm dreams about young girls and predatory arms, predatory arms, predatory arms.
Nobody wants to talk about money these days, but every pocket claims for the smallest coin, trousers talk for us.
Now the waitress shakes her apron off and sighs, waiting for a tale or a dream, but soon steam hurts her eyes, and she curses the coffee-maker with funny swearwords, funny swearwords, funny swearwords.
And through the misty windows of the diner, I can see the world wasting its last days, wrapped in a worn-out blanket, getting into a very unknown land.
When you see the sky is going to explode,
You are tied up, nothing can be done,
Bending a wire, it’s deformed forever.
Some think these things are clever.
Speedometers offending shames,
People having fun in the fair,
Too many words I can’t understand,
The blackout of reason is a gift.
The fact is the announcement was a lie.
There is no speech to be heard by everyone.
Sometimes I think I am strange.
I see the world is upside down,
There are too few feet on the ground.
Water will be the new gold,
preserved for the king or the lord,
the day my friends will kill my friends
and my lover won’t exhale a breath.
We can’t save the tree that will fall,
I’ll have to hide myself in the fog,
Trying to guess the forms around,
With a rock in my only hand.
Fathers with their children they will fight,
Brothers with their sisters they will fuck,
And on the table, newspapers will say:
“This is the shipwreck of the world.
We shouldn’t have been waiting for more.”
“This is the shipwreck of the world.
We shouldn’t have been waiting for more.”
I have spent the night searching for any other path, and there is none.
My hand shakes as I sign the order that will send sons and daughters into fire.
With grief heavier than any medal I have ever worn, I must now declare war.
God forgive me… and God protect us all.
This is the land where four brave men
Defended a flag with their lives
They all were born on third day of may
And they all died with honor.
Although you can’t be one of them,
You can fight remembering them
And if you die, your mother will be proud.
We’re weighing anchors tonight.
Here the whistle of the siren.
I’m shaking leaving shore.
Worried for my love.
We’ll curry all those enemies
That stumble with our plot.
She sew up a heart for me
In my skin jacket lapel.
The land is waiting for me.
I am their agent of war.
I’ll shoot to anything that moves,
That moves there in the dark.
Here I’ll hang my medals,
At least I’ll get a pair,
And won’t receive a hole
From guns of so-and-so.
I pray my lord to protect me,
I’ll have prey a lot.
A thunder opens the night in the high sea,
Where nature beauty is all that there is
I look out all the time, there might be whales here,
For a second I forget we’re in a war.
The moon acquires a tragic appearance
In the fragile quietness of the blue darkness,
Movements arise, a soldier is coming
He opens the door I cries out loud:
“It was not a thunder; it was an explosion”
Tables stumble and everybody runs.
“Get on your posts it is a combat”
And I think “Oh, maybe I’m about to die”.
Chaplains are hidden in golden bathrooms;
I don’t blame them, they’re men, too.
Bullets fly upon us, they are like hornets,
Some soldiers die and fall in the big blue.
What is it? A machine-gun or a flower?
It’s so stupid to be shooting the ocean.
It all happens slowly and false like a movie,
And suddenly my friend is a pile of bones.
“Oh, God, I want to wake up from this bad dream,
I’m just a boy and I am afraid.
I was not born to die this way,
I have no feelings for this land”
Calm comes back as it went away.
We all reprise our previous place.
It’s late now, it’s time to have dinner.
And our hearts beat as a drum.
(instrumental)
Let me play my lute,
The old songs I wrote
When I was a kid,
When I didn’t know the world.
Let me sing my tunes,
Fill my heart with hopes,
Let me say my words
As a path to get love .
For the parents and the children,
The young and the old,
For brothers and sisters,
Even for those that love guns.
Let me sing my tunes,
I will talk you about pain,
Let me spread my thoughts
Like a book in the wind.
I’ll try to make you happy,
I’ll try to make you think.
This road is just a habit,
War is a crazy thing.
Let me play my lute,
Let me play my songs,
They talk about me and you,
They talk about mankind’s love.
You’ll never be alone
If you sing in a choir
Music from your voices
Will bring birds to the wire.
Let me play my lute,
Let me sing my songs,
Let me sing a song,
Let me live a little more.
(instrumental)
It began with a soft rain,
The morning sky was torn,
Some shadows on the sidewalks,
The barking of the dogs.
The wind dragging old newspapers,
Words were advices.
There was nothing you could do,
There was no place to go.
Life we knew was ending. Life we knew was ending.
Some said a leader was wrong,
Some said it was God sake,
Guilt was bouncing,
There were lots of suicides.
Then forgot that embracing you
Was nice until it all changed,
You went far from my old street,
Across the sky.
Life we knew was ending.
Life we knew was ending.
Life we knew was ending.
Life we knew was ending.
We shape each dream
Foreseeing we’ll forget it.
So it happens with our fears,
Though we try to hide in the night
Pretending they didn’t remain.
But stars will flash to pull out our layers
And our naked souls are pools of shame
The faraway whistle could be a train.
He was some clothes, he was a shape,
I was a finger trembling in the wind.
And when you are in the game, no rule is the same:
There are just two kinds: you kill or you help.
These are the words they repeat.
I saw his teeth jumping like fleas
And a bracelet in his wrist.
Goodbye, old man, this is what I said,
But I’ve swallowed these words
Each and every night.
I don’t need a trigger to reminisce.
Suddenly, I am up
Suddenly, I am down.
Suddenly, suddenly
I am up, I am down.
I wonder why, why, why,
I wonder who, who, who
I wonder why, why, why,
Why, why, why so suddenly?
Suddenly, I love life,
Suddenly, I love death.
Suddenly, I love life,
Suddenly, I love death.
I wonder why, why, why,
I wonder who, who, who
I wonder why, why, why,
I wonder who, who, who so
Suddenly.
Tears, they fall all the way down his nose
And stop where his lips hold the cigarrete.
His eyes are closed to avoid the sun
He can’t hide he’s afraid from the sky.
Fire is burning as machine guns
open their dirty mouths to make the world shut up.
People got agents of war, heads of cattle,
Game board tokens, chess pawns.
But all men are like you and me
They just try to make their humble way under the sun.
No scythe menace will change this fact,
It’s just the will of the few coward strong ones.
People got agents of war.
Dear girl, I hope you be feeling good, I see you in my dreams
From this bed of wood, With your summer dress
With your short white skirt, And your smile from the riverside.
How I long To have a milkshake with you
Like on Saturday’s evenings We used to do.
And take you home with my car And watch your legs
And wait for your kiss When the evening ends.
I remember your smell And the precious day
When we met at Little Al’s Café,
When we talked slow and sweet, And fell in love slow and sweet,
It was so nice that kind of fear.
Not like this fear I can’t stand
Every time I get sleep I can’t rest,
Every little noise Could be the end
Last two weeks I’ve not slept.
I told you I’d come, But now I can’t
Problems here have grown up, It never ends.
Tomorrow we will take A little hill,
It seems an easy job, I’m getting used to kill.
My captain is A too strong man,
He takes care for us, But he’s not my friend,
He’s smoking all day long, And he drinks from a flask,
He tells dirty jokes and wears a mask.
Oh how I love the hair flock you sent me
I got it in my wallet, I touch it with my fingertips,
It’s a piece of you, the one I love,
I want the rest, I want it all.
Please don’t be sad, Don’t despair,
I have continuous trembles in my hands,
So I hope they’ll let me go home soon,
Because I don’t shoot as I did,
I hope I’ll be home in spring.
Well, that’s all, The paper ends,
I hear bombs are falling, but faraway.
Start looking for a house with four rooms, We will marry soon.