It's not possible that you can bear the burden
Of looking into the eyes of what dies in your hands
And see in the sea the struggle of suffering
And even feel like a winner at this moment

It's not possible that deep in your chest
Your heart doesn't have tears stored
To shed over the red spilled
On the blue of the waters that you left stained

Your grandchildren will ask you in a few years
About the whales that crossed oceans
That they saw in old books
Or in the films from the archives
Of the afternoon television programs

The bitter taste of silence in your mouth
Will take you back to the sea and the mad fury
Of a tail exposed to the winds
In its last moments
Remembered in a trophy in the shape of a harpoon

How is it possible that you have the courage
Not to let the life that is made be born
In another life that without a safe place
Asks you for the chance of existence in the future

Changing your course and looking for your feelings
Will make you a true winner
There is still time to hear the voice of the winds
In a song that speaks much more of love

Your grandchildren will ask you in a few years
About the whales that crossed oceans
That they saw in old books
Or in the films from the archives
Of the afternoon television programs

The bitter taste of silence in your mouth
Will take you back to the sea and the mad fury
Of a tail exposed to the winds
In its last moments
Remembered in a trophy in the shape of a harpoon

It's not possible that you can bear the burden

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