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At the East of Eden

Someone said that I want to sing my favorite song
That I learned by heart from the fields of rice,
In hours of despondency, when a wound hurts most,
Between mountains of plows and lack of seeds.
 
Peasants and students pull back that curtain
And in the distance, strands of light and silver can be seen
Bathing their naked skin behind the mist
Where the night hides, sharpening its sword.
 
And in the dawn of the free poets
I heard singing at the east of Eden,
Almonds and laurel,
I saw you again at the east of Eden.
 
Someone said I can fly, I have real wings,
They grew in my cell between walls of ice.
When the key went round inside of my loneliness,
A ladder came down to me from heaven.
 
And in the dawn of the free poets, I heard singing at the east of Eden,
Almonds and laurel, I saw you again at the east of Eden.
 
I saw other smiles return more happy than ever,
With what I had thought I lost beneath the weight of metal,
Beyond the horizon, I know your mouth awaits
My lips, chapped by salted roads.
 
And in the dawn of the free poets
I heard singing at the east of Eden,
Almonds and laurel, I saw you again at the east of Eden,
At the east of Eden...
 

Too badly hurt

Too badly hurt, because of you, my friend,
I have been left.
So badly hurt, that to think about seeig you again,
no way.
I feel sorry for the one who may come now
trying to handle my life,
wanting to get involved, trying to love me
with a lie.
 
Too badly hurt,
I almost look like a sparrow without wings,
as if I were less than nothing,
like a seagull that lost its shore.
Too badly hurt
to be conscient of what is happening to me,
to be considering what I will do tomorrow,
if, perhaps, my life ended here.
 
Too badly hurt
for you to ask me to start anew,
you will pay the blame, may God wish
that never will happen to you.
Too badly hurt
Open widely your eyes, this is the good-bye,
and, on closing the door, you must forget me
for the rest of our lives
 
Too badly hurt,
I almost look like a sparrow without wings,
as if I were less than nothing,
like a seagull that lost its shore.
Too badly hurt
to be conscient of what is happening to me,
to be considering what I will do tomorrow,
if, perhaps, my life ended here.
 
I almost look like a sparrow without wings,
as if I were less than nothing,
like a seagull that lost its shore.
Too badly hurt
to be conscient of what is happening to me,
to be considering what I will do tomorrow,
if, perhaps, my life ended here.