Alto Contralto soprano and bass
The sweet melodies of anger and passion
It’s a symphony created by the prodigy
But the song remained unchanged
In a society that drinks in bars
to plot their revenge and even the score
Note that this frequently happens to me.
The pitch it getting painful
Closing my ears has no use, it never stopped
The phases that I have gone through,
It’s a tempo that never slows
Crescendoing with every word
But the lyrics have died off.
The song in my heart decrescendos,
The steady thrumming in my ears
Of laughers long out of tune.
My body and the rhythm are no longer in harmony
So you can have that piece of my life
It is not worth a beat of my heart
But the metronome still ticks
Only the intro has passed,
The song must go on,
I must stay there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem