Again
Pull the trigger
In whatever we had the time to live,
Aim and shoot in the head.
Again,
The Sundays when were wandering around
And the shop windows that we were looking at,
Aim and press the trigger.
Refren
Still, lives don’t separate like this
(The lives) of the people that loved each other
with so much labour.
Either both of us, either no one
Till the end of the thread,
We poised ourselves.
Again,
Whatever we had the time to live
And all that we whispered,
Aim and shoot in the head.
Again,
As our clothes fall down
On our bodies which embrace each other,
Aim and press the trigger.
Refren
Still, lives don’t separate like this
(The lives) of the people that loved each other
with so much labour.
Either both of us, either no one
Till the end of the thread,
We poised ourselves.