I don't listen to you anymore
I don't hear you sing
The ropes that hang me are the ones
that were making you play
I don't listen to you anymore
I don't hear you sing
History repeats itself like another shout
Everything tastes like salt
Right before working
The trenches seem
small to me while walking
Hearing your broken voice, the one from before crying
Seeing their sorrows as they appear while not seeing you wake up
Your body in what's deep, without knowing where they'll be
This ground that is unfair with crystal ditches
I find you in the memory until I sing the end
Until I sing
[Pol Granch]
I don't manage to hide myself
Everyone around me
Clung to the past
A feeling that doesn't fly away
And I would like to tell you how my head works
But it could be too late
I guess what you're talking about by studying your gestures
Broken in the mirror, broken in the mirror
Words that hurt
Crystal words that they want to take from us
And you speak, and you dance for me
We're gonna rub against each other to charge ourselves
Half French half Spanish
[Pol Granch & Alba Reche]
Until I sing
I sing
Until I sing the end