Sometimes I wish for silence,
A hundred years of solitude.
Just me and my own will
Lived for a time.
Far from the roar of the guitars,
/>Away from the asphalt dust of the city
I won't play the fool for once.
I would be mute and fed up.
At most only one, the blues
Shared bread and beer with me.
Then ran on all fours,
So that no one gets lost.
But I know myself, the silence
Driven me towards you Back.
Towards the roar of the guitars,
New hope in the luggage.

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