I'm paying a heavy debt
Tell me what is the most fertile sin
The one that despite all
Could keep me still alive
The one that could shake
My improductive torpor
Give me a tough and humiliating discipline
That can shake my nerves,
That can break my bones.
Make a severe move
That could make my useless existance
Tremble
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade.
Elegant men like you have created a great road
To march on
And a father like you inflicted it on a son
Without values
Make it weigh strongly
On my pale body
Force me to feel the cruel crime of remorse
And the obsessive nausea of ideals
Faith will not save me from myself
Nor will your words make me a saint
Leave those like me at the end of this road.
Leave those like me on the edge of this blade