Chronicles

Otra de las pelotudeces que escribí para Andrés, esta vez en inglés y bueh... El que quiera corregir que corrija, no soy muy bueno en estos temas...


Chronicles

In every brick of the walls
You can hear the history
Whispering trough years,
Wars, calendars and memory.

There is a city, on a epic land,
Beyond the frontiers of continents
Where the blood calls the duty
Of men, to defend their homes

All What I know from that
Are the pages of a forgotten book
Lost in the bookcase’s dusty shelf,
Forgiven in the corner of my room.

The delicate sound of a violin
Breaking the war’s scream
Just for a momentary lapse
Of reason between all the madness.

Bullets taking all the lives,
Requiem of a city’s ruins.
In the walls are wrote
The Chronicles of the storm.