Pasajeros II

Once again I'm deafened like I'm lost in the fog
My friend loneliness is right here by my side
Is it that in the confusion I feel her drifting away?
And I'm back with the friends who are no longer around

Why are we so alone in the middle of the crowd?
They've gone insane and laugh in their wickedness
Why are we still alive in the midst of this death?
That blazing reign wants to cut us down

I raise a glass today for the friends who are no longer here
I raise a glass today for the friends who are no longer here

When the melody ignites every last neuron in my brain
When your blood boils and flows like a volcano
When your hands shake celebrating another defeat
I'll be thinking of you from some other place

When you get tired of hearing all those false prophets
When you've given up on what you can never find (ever)
When you don't know what else to lie to your weary soul
I'll be thinking of you from some other place

For Adrián Ibalo, for Daniel El Cabezon from La Boca
For Ruli, for Ardilla (kids from Lavallol street)
And for all those resting in the Villegas Cemetery
For the dead of Malvinas
For the 30,000 disappeared during the military dictatorship
For the kids from Cromañón
And for all the cases of trigger-happy cops

I raise a glass today for the friends who are no longer here