Los Momentos [English translation]

Your silhouete walks

With a sad and asleep soul,

The aurora is nothing new now

For your big eyes and for your forehead;

The sky and its stars

Have become silent, distant and dead

For your estranged mind.

They told us once, when we wrre children,

When life shows itself fully,

The future, when you are big,

All moments dies there already,

So they planted their seed

And we were scared, we shivered,

While life slipped away from us.

Each one clinging to his gods,

Products of all history,

They model them and destroy them,

And according to this they order their lives;

They put coins on their foreheads,

In their long hand they hang

Locks, signs and fences.