Barro tal vez [English translation]

If I don´t sing what I feel

I´m going to die inside

I must cry out to the winds until I burst

even when there´s only time

in the place I am

If I want, I touch my soul

for my flesh is nothing now

I must fuse the rest of me with the waking

even if my mouth may rot from hushing

I´m already wanting it

I´m already becoming

song, clay perhaps...

This is indeed my cortex

where the axe will hit

where the river will dry so it can hush

moments speed me up already

my temple is lament already

my brain spits out the conclusion of the tale

of the the beginning it shall perhaps reprise

If I want, I can touch my soul

for my flesh is nothing now

I must fuse the rest of me with the waking

even if my mouth may rot from hushing

I´m already wanting it

I´m already becoming

song, clay perhaps...

This is indeed my cortex

where the axe will hit

where the river will dry so it can hush