Oriente [English translation]

I feel like a bitter taste

Among the fervor of this civilization

There are mild signs that we never decipher

Full of sleep as we are on trams

I always feel nostalgia

For shells scattered by the sea

And I follow them as great impressions

On the diary of humanity

The exile of thought then

It is consumed inside the bars

And inside empty autobiographies

I mean without the protagonist

Love that look eastward

Towards the sea

What is the name that you say slowly

Before sleep

Love that look eastward

Towards the sea

What is the name that you say slowly

Before sleep

I prefer illiteracy

To false abstractions

This is so a bit Socratic

Away from passions

The exile of thought then

It is consumed inside the bars

And inside empty autobiographies

I mean without the protagonist

Love that look eastward

Towards the sea

What is the name that you say slowly

Before sleep

Love that look eastward

Towards the sea

What is the name that you say slowly

Before sleep

The exile of thought then

It is consumed inside the bars

And inside empty autobiographies

I mean without the protagonist

Love that look eastward

Towards the sea

What is the name that you say slowly

Before sleep