No Basta (translation)

It is not enough,

With the penetrating darkness in the soul,
That one that seems endless and painful
Of that kind of loneliness that can only be perceived
Where there is a sorrow inside your heart.

And with that nostalgia, I don’t see a future,
And my past is lost in a present
That doesn’t exists, that seems vague and transparent
And not being able to ease this pain, it dies.

I loose my essence little by little,
Just like trees loose their leaves in the winter
And that way, I feel the frozen Coldness of life,
Cruel and analyzed, that has in me, its plan made.

Not knowing how to fight, today I surrender
To the mystery without answer and without questions
That one that obeys through punches of sadness,
Punches of pain, and pure loneliness.

To Live hurts, heart-beats hurt, to breath today’s air… hurts
Since dreams just don’t happen anymore, they are a luxury
And without passion, life cuts you like knifes
That leave if wounded, crying, almost dead.

This way, I declare an obituary
To the deceased wishes, and to the long-gone innocence,
I dedicate my cry to hope
And to faith, I shall keep it half alive

What is left of me, is not enough.