Vidas Comunes

The hours of the most common lives
Their fate in the universal script
Stories igniting in the air
Postcards that don't show the city

Someone laughs, someone cried
Someone sings, someone loved

Minute of a life among other lives
An old man watches a funeral
A girl laughs in the square
A family endures a storm

Someone laughs, someone cried
Someone sings, someone loved

Under the grapevine, long table and celebrations
Years later, someone returns from afar
All the exile, the exile, the pain
Defeated in a song

All the snow in his heart
Defeated one sunny afternoon
Turn to the sun there, the remnants
Turn to the sun, it is completed in hugs

Someone in the middle of the sea
Carried his bread, gathered the net
Prayer and two kisses of alcohol
Asks the sea to return

Alone among the lights, looks back
She has spent a few hours in the city
Her childhood, her mom, the smell of home
Her childhood is no longer there, dies in the terminal

No one saw them, in their secret
In their corner, last kiss, bye goodbye
Rain of salt
They are no longer two, against the time
Black liquor of the mismatch, bye goodbye
Seas of salt

The pool of a bar
Two good guys save their friendship
The pool of a bar
Immense hug and another turn

To the second floor of a hospital
Goes up again, goes out to smoke
Laughs while crying, cries while laughing
Runs to tell

My child has so much light
Breaks the nails of my cross

A woman on the parapet
Lead the gray sky
Thinks of dying, chooses to live again

Every life, every story
Little lanterns in the darkness
Defying, the avalanche
Merciless, of our brutal speed

All the kings of the world, all the beggars
Carry the same demons, the same pain

Four drunk clowns, crying at the party
Blue tear of an orchestra of common people

Troupe of simple mortals, behind a hope
Passing birds painted on a blackboard
We all come into the world in the light of a belly
And one day we will leave in a simple coffin

My song, of harlequin
A vulgar whim
This brief eternity has come to an end
And my life that is leaving, asks for more string
My song, (of nails and board)
Of harlequin, (of staple and jasmine)
A vulgar (it's just a whim) whim

This brief eternity has come to an end
And my life that is leaving, asks for more string

Goodbye... Carnival