With our eyes closed
with our eyes closed
as if foreseeing
how horrible is the world that we're going to see...
With crying on our lips
With crying on our lips
as if regretting
to arrive at an earth that isn't good
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
Me, you, that one and that one
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
Me, you, that one and that one
With our hands closed
With our hands closed
as if prepared
to give hard blows; to die or to win...
With wrinkled skin
With wrinkled skin
like a faithfull omen
of the day the hard old age will come
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
Me, you, that one and that one
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
Me, you, that one and that one
Tied up to a body
Tied up to a body
so that we'll know
that man cannot chase his whim
Scratching and searching
Scratching and searching
the milk from a bosom
with hunger, with longing, with crying and thirst
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
Me, you, that one and that one
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
This is how we're born
Me, you, that one and that one