Oh flesh that is torn apart!
The blood rains down on the asphalt,
The cry implores, it almost weeps,
Body that fades up high
Body killed by a roar,
A howl and a wise meow,
Disguised as knives destined to stab,
To extinguish the shine of the civilized.
The shadow hides the act,
Faces dyed in savage pupils;
They share destruction and touch,
Only the stars caress grief.
Grief, pains, tragedies…
Those which have condemned, chained.
Untamed forests, only in the memory,
Knives in the shadow for every savage slain.
-Lunas de abril