Cuarteles de invierno [English translation]
Cuarteles de invierno [English translation]
A box full of memories
and religious holidays
Half of my life in each attempt,
the other half in metal clothespins
It's already a classic
to follow the carrot with your breath behind me
A millimetric disorder
brings me closer to the place
It carries out my intentions
of becoming the knife and the prey at the same time
It's not that tragic,
to play with the distance inheriting its solitude
Winter headquarters
breaking their silence.
Ice dolls,
witnessing this confinement.
Grief lasted so long that I almost
mistook it for my home, eventually
First aid kits for amnesiacs,
tales from overseas
Pre-Soviet little soldiers,
I signed my very own War and Peace.
There is a mystery
of maps that won't take me to the treasure
nor epicenters
about to explode.
It's the laws of physics
and time won't put itself in my shoes.
It's already a classic
I lost the letter of safe-conduct and I'm waiting for the messenger now
... who will never come.
Winter headquarters
breaking their silence.
Ice dolls,
witnessing this confinement.
Grief lasted so long that I almost
mistook it for my home, eventually
No matter how many times I come back
I can't find my memories.
I look for them, I dream of them;
My own things are now foreign.
Edges collapsed
and the glass is full.
And now, I'm just trying to empty.
I just need to take off.
Grief lasted so long that I almost
mistook it for my home, eventually.
- Artist:Vetusta Morla
- Album:La deriva