When the sunset fades
and the sombre breath caresses the day
let them pray
and let them fade
away
in their way
They are in their way
Their paces tangled but steady
alone as they all fade
the fraudulent breath will fill the day
empty as they pray
the fictitious breath will embrace their pace
an indicate their way
their tempo
in which they suffocate
suffocate
as if you could pray for one last time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem