"Only We Are" by Instinto Muerto

When the night dies at daybreak, thoughts resuscitate,

Reason weakens while the sunset swallows

‘Till the day’s last drop.

It’s so easy to shout after running away

And die in the road,

It’s so hard not to lie

While we breathe—

Into the lungs

Of the city’s obscenities.

I won’t run way from the fear

That causes to talk sadly,

None of us can rest when our hands want

To strangle what was created,

This pain wants that life get away from the truth

So that life comes true—

So that life runs free in the Tempest.

 

Infinite is the mortality of stagnate memories—

We are a memorable instant of perpetual loneliness,

An ephemeral exhalation,

A dying light of blind pupils.

 

What the hand hidden, instincts found,

It’s so filthy to sow somebody else’s tears,

I must bring my self down to sleep again

Among unbearable whispers—

Among the prisoner freedom of living tied to death.