Pain Understood

by Remission

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Music and lyrics by Remission.
Mixed and mastered by Don Fury (NYC)

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released December 11, 2012

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REMISSION Santiago, Chile

Est. 2008

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Track Name: Fist Of Sand
Spent so much time overlooking how fragile life is. We tend to take for granted the conception of tomorrow. You get a call that leaves you speechless. You've been informed of the worst unexpected tragedy. It lets you know how body separates from soul. Why? A question into air. No answers, no goodbyes as nobody was there. This is my goodbye. I ask myself so many times about the length and shortening of the lifeline. And with this fist of sand I'm holding on to your memory until the circle is completed and it's someone else's turn.

Pasé tanto tiempo subestimando la fragilidad de la vida. Acostumbramos a dar por seguro la concepción del mañana. Recibes un llamado que te deja sin palabras. Has sido informado de la peor tragedia inesperada. Te hace saber como el cuerpo se separa del alma. ¿Por qué? Una pregunta que se esfuma en el aire. Sin respuestas y sin despedidas ya que nadie estuvo ahí. Este es mi adiós. Me pregunto a mi mismo tantas veces sobre la duración y acortamiento de la vida. Y con este puño de arena me estoy afirmando a tu recuerdo hasta que se complete el ciclo y sea el turno de otra persona.
Track Name: Pain Understood
I bare scars on my hands. They remind me not to plan. You fabricate illusions I just can't understand. Why must I cry? Why give me signs and why must I feel the pains of disappointment's shady games? Save your lies, avoid my cries. Can't make up for our wasted time.

Llevo cicatrices en las manos. Me recuerdan que no debo planificar. Fabricas ilusiones que simplemente no puedo comprender. ¿Por qué debo llorar? ¿Por qué me entregas señales y por qué debo sentir los dolores del sombreado juego de la decepción? Ahórrate tus mentiras, evita mis llantos. No tengo como recuperar nuestro tiempo desperdiciado.