Aire

AIR

One more day

you hear the others talking

unwisely about you.


One more door

that closes among the rubble

of the city that has locked you in.

 

Sometimes you wish you were air,

and nothing could lock you in.

Sometimes you wish you were air

and all you can think about is flying away

 

 

Your eyes of coal

are tears of sulphur

At the mercy of the whirlwind.


Your body is worth nothing,

The world is crashing down on you,

Until you can’t stand it anymore.

 

This world wasn’t made for you,

you who don’t belong to anyone,

Teadrops from a lost wind.

Summer flowers like us will break out once more

on their concrete

And we will fly our life away.


Sometimes you wish you were air,


You wish you were air and could escape,

be nothing but a distant breeze.


You would love to be air and fall,

be the branches of trees,

the time that elapses between the Winter

And the thaw.


This world wasn’t made for you...