I still see an army of shadows at the lethal assemblies A recollection of people with dead gazes I see skin pulled on exhausted despair Unceasingly hanged between life and death
I still see a heap of bodies at the dreadful square Dummies shrouded in a silent lack of reverence I see a smiles of uniformed hatred Collecting a toll for the implacable destiny
…and I am still afraid of dreaming
I still hear a scream of metallic deliverance Smashing up skulls by the wall of tears I hear a thousand sighs of unimportant numbers Whose prayers flow with blood among laughter
I still hear steps of countless transports While they go into the flaming arms of the unknown I hear the last words of convicted temporality And a wind dancing with clouds of smoke
…and I am still afraid of dreaming
I still remember beloved faces contorted with pain And horrifying masks on triumphal sadism I remember cruel ruthlessness of stripped slavery In a dishonorable world of reversed Decalogue
I still see, I still hear, I still remember Do you?