Ezekiel, it was a big mistake to just come back
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It was early and people find it hard to forget
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Ezequiel takes a deep breath as he gets off the train
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It's strange, no one is waiting on the platform
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A brief intuition, something smells like a curse
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But he's heading to the house where he grew up
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And he talks to his mother about him: "It's me, mother, don't you see?"
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She says: "Forget that I ever fathered you."
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And he talks to his father about him: "Father, what's going on here?"
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Father does not answer, he just curses
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Ezequiel approaches the bar, someone will know how to explain
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But everyone is silent, everyone is silent when they see him enter
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They say that he did something and nobody ever forgot it
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But he can't remember
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And his whole life of him was reduced to curse
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Through the years and the years
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Ezequiel, you better go at night and without disturbing
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Ezequiel, you better go at night and without disturbing
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Ezequiel hides by the train tracks
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He needs an answer not to go crazy
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What happened one black summer in your hometown
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That people don't even dare mention?
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At dawn he goes to wash in a local pond |
And it is in his reflection where he finds all the truth
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Ezequiel contemplates the water with a grimace of horror
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In his face he finds the face of the curse
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He reaches the bottom of his eyes, where there is no light
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He can see his soul from him and it continues deeper still
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He becomes aware of evil and his scream from him sounds the same
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Than that of a broken man who discovers the animal inside
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They say that he did something, something that nobody forgot
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But he can't remember
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And his whole life of him was reduced to curse
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Through the years and the years
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Ezequiel, you better go at night and without disturbing
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Ezequiel, you better go at night and without disturbing
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Ezequiel starts to run away, no one will miss him
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He flees north, the smell of salt guides him
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The Cantabrian Sea is shown in all its splendor
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He undresses and slowly walks towards the sun.
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And he decides to rest under the gray blanket of the sea
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The waves rock him and he sleeps forever like an old tsar
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They say that he did something and nobody ever forgot it
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But he couldn't remember
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And his whole life of him was reduced to curse
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And now he awaits the Judgment |