When you are born a year like the birth of a baby
Apart from her name, there is no telling who she is at all
It emerges optimistic in the face of any controversy
Splashing from champagne jet into space.
Over time, as the days go by, it is revealed
Identifies as a murky or lucid year
Sometimes at the beginning of her journey she disguises herself
For casual years with the same beginning.
Yes, "twenty-three," you were pretty tame
When you traveled until October leisurely on time
But suddenly, like Satan, you sowed death and ashes
who crowned you as the worst of all.
Yes, such are the bleeding twenty-three
Rushing to the top of the queue today
In it stand bandaged in a charred row
The bad years marked in black.
You turned your stomach, you burned your heart
And you trampled on every conception without any mercy
Go away forever because you're in pain here
Its shadow will reverberate here for another thousand years.
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