Please,
Do not close the coffin!
The culture of possession and control
Takes me to actions that are shameful
To those who leave, the freedom,
The relief of departure.
To all to those who stay,
The sadness, the anguish, the remorse
Even knowing for sure that "death"
Is the coming back to life,
This "death" brings with it the despair
Of the passage.
Even knowing for sure that "death"
Is the coming back to life...
The silence of grief takes over
Our vital strength, removing
The colors from our life everything
Around turns gray
All the sounds cease,
Nothing has taste, nothing has smell,
Just the weight of
The emptiness and dead sunrise.
And the day flow slowly...
The breathing bothers
And this situation disturbs
And then the tragic funeral weight imposed
Itself as the lonely night, silent and cold.
It's so hard to see those ones who shared
So many moments by our side simply leave
Simple leave!
It's so hard to see those ones who shared
So many moments by our side simply leave