ايكاروس [Icarus] [English translation]

Projects grow under the pretext of the faraway tomorrow.


He understood not his father's juvenation after all got lost.


The eye desires what the hands can’t reach.


All instruments serenade him and shackle him with tubes.


The song of fame began


Not to stay with us tomorrow.

The eye desires the joy it pretends.


Future was different from defeated memories and age.


He wasted his years to pass for his teeth.


He took a train, and then another, but the tune still caught him.


At night he dances alone

(as though the melody were a radio)


And he asks the song from the radio

(if he still likes still loves himself after that, if he still is content with himself)

He had plans but life happens.

(Wax and plummage, tomorrow is not what it used to be)


Time is as fleeting as a scent that throws you without warning.

(Wax and plummage, tomorrow is not what it used to be)


What is written on our faces will eventually be realized.

(Wax and plummage, tomorrow is not what it used to be)


When our wings melt we fall pocketless into our graves.

(Wax and plummage, tomorrow is not what it used to be)


He taught me the radio song


And asked me to sing it at his grave