On your clothes you remember the motes of dust
Of that unfortunate humid path
Where an accident in the morning
Stole you the skill of forgetting
You remember the smell of the skin of the man
You saw only once
And the rhythm of the blinking he did to close his eyes
Yes, he still closes his eyes
Funes you’re a cage from which the memories can’t escape
Where love isn’t love anymore but pain still hurts
Funes you’re a cage from which the memories can’t fly away
The vines, the grapes, the pips are perfectly painted in your mind
And also the shape of the clouds in that precise April day
You learnt English, French, Latin but maybe you can’t really think, anymore
You can’t stop thinking or living the same day again and again
Funes you’re a cage from which the memories can’t escape
Where love isn’t love anymore but pain still hurts
Funes you’re a cage from which the memories can’t fly away
The dreams that upstairs we don’t remember anymore,
They haunt you every day while you’re awake
You see the progress of tiredness and death in the people you know
And you don’t want to remember anymore
To remember anymore
And the rhythm of the blinking he did to close his eyes
You still can't close your eyes