2416 Herd

The only thing that I need
To get
In this state of urgency
It is a herd.

Because I know
That to the dictation of your voice,
The demons of the solitude
The sadness, the melancholy
And those demons of the boredom,
That I carry on deep inside
They will leave my body
As if were the same
That a Gergesener possessed by demons,
And they will be precipitated to the sea,
And they will be precipitated to the sea,
With the impulse of the bell
Of your melodious voice
They will be precipitated in the sea.

To the sound of your trumpets
And to the chiming of your lute,
Without more remedy
And without protesting,
They will be precipitated to the sea.