Verbo [English translation]

At first it was a word,

that energy that guides your voice if you speak,

like a weapon that activates between your lips,

distancing you from the mud and that lonely suffocation.

We're incomplete puzzles,

wandering demented skeletons,

while our silence expands and hurts,

this way affection dies sad and starved.

Seeing that nothing changes,

that rage sleeps behind our throat,

always anchored to that fear that causes retching,

thinking so much, saying nothing.

Feeling each mined look from habit,

dry from lack of thirst for desires that don't come true,

open your conscience and look on the walls, they will tell you you can

be yourself without paying attention to others.

And be wind in concrete deserts,

knowing that he who surrounds you no longer shapes you,

making everyone believe when they see you fighting for what you want,

you say, you do, you grow, you feel because you are: "Verb".

Proof that you exist with an eternal scream...

The voice that is born and takes you through time...

The essence that makes you different, makes you shine...

The weapon... that joins goals and memories... Verb.

Too much sky for such small wings,

too much time alone,

too many bullets to dodge them all,

too much darkness to move.

Too much life to play with death,

so take action and make true the impossible

events tie you up but time is free.

Able to annihilate the dark side that oppresses you,

that huge deformed being that lives between chaos and order,

that wilts your inner self and rummages through it

among the stealth where feelings boil.

No more silences if they burn us,

no more eyes towards the sky that poisons,

no more black water sorrows among your sorrows

that blind each morning,

You speak, you search, you love, you win because your name is: "Verb".

Be the change you want to see in the world,

that ray that fell and resonated in the deep,

together you and your voice like an incandescent light,

together you and your voice when nobody defends you.

When the others don't understand that you are special,

and that you don't fall in the superficial spiral they all drag,

which of those faces won't waste it's life,

turn and look at how many drown and don't breath,

they waver on the edge of buildings come,

inertia and vice left them far from Eden,

but who has the formula to untie the quivering web of that tarantula from which nobody escapes?

So let your passion out all at once,

your fury, take to action cornering hardship

and remember that every emotion dies when it hides,

you fight, you fly, you know, you can

Your name is proof that you exist with an eternal scream,

the voice that is born and takes you through time,

the essence that makes you different and makes you shine,

the weapon that joins goals and memories.

You have the largest power we were given,

speech, that frees chained affections,

the gift of being someone far from a diseased silence,

or that traps you to make you its slave.

Dare to change... your world.