Hoje percebi um mendigo... (e outro, e outro, e outro...)
Aquele humano a raspar suas feridas ao sol
Corria-me o desespero no olhar
Não sabia o que pensar, tão pouco o que fazer
Mal conseguia encarar para ver
Desconvencido me encontrava, frente a convenção da desgraça social
Carcomida, minha alma não gritava, só gemia.
E mesmo assim, num zumbido uma voz me dizia:
"é possível relevar e viver, "é possível relevar e viver..."
Mas torva foi a infecção que o realismo da paisagem me trouxe...
Paralisei a existência no brilho desprezível dos eternos passantes
Desassistidos, os vermes que aquela carne comiam,
Mais sábios e dignos pareciam
Pois para sempre hão de comer até a devassidão dos mais gangrenosos seres...
Surgindo do centro de suas funestas moralidades como singelas utopias e liberdades
Melhor parecia a necrose ante as capacidades humanas...
Há perguntas que nunca irão calar...
Tão desgraçado me senti
Por saber que em todas as veias do mundo corre a incapacidade de resolver as desgraças inerentes
Que o mundo é anestesiado por uma droga que não se vê, mas se toma
E enjaulado está por um sistema em bruto coma
Até que o sol nos lisonjeie com sua extinção.
(Bruto Coma, bruto coma, bruto coma...)
lyrics
The Inability to Realize the Human Condition
Today I noticed a beggar ... (and another, and another, and another ...)
That human was shaving his wounds in the sun
The desperation was eroding my gaze
I didn't know what to think, even what to do
I could barely look at him....
I found myself unconvinced, facing to the convention of social disgrace
Gnawed, my soul didn't scream, did just moans...
And even that, a voice like a buzz in my ears said to me:
"It is possible let the matter drop and keep living..."
But dreadful was the infection wich the realism from that vision brought me ...
I paralyzed the existence in the despicable brilliance of eternal passersby
Unassisted, the worms wich were ating the man's meat, wiser and dignified seemed
And forever th worms will eat, even the debauchery of the most gangrenous human beings ...
Arising from the center of its dire moralities as simple utopias and freedoms...
The necrosis seemed much better than the human capacities...
There are questions that will never remain silent ...
(The necrosis seemed much better than the human capacities...
There are questions that will never remain silent...)
So miserable I felt
for knowing that in all the veins of the world there are inability to resolve the inherent misfortunes
For knowing that the world is anesthetized by a drug that is not seen, but taken
And caged is by a crude coma system
Until the sun flatters us with its extinction.
(crude Coma, crude Coma, crude Coma ...)
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