Marcha Y Transmisión

Bright streets, foggy windows, it's the march of hunched backs
it's the march of eternal days, long way back home
silent face, exhausted bodies, lives fading away
watching their days go by so similar, so similar
Bright streets, foggy windows, long way back home
silent walk of a life fading away
silent slow death, way back home silent, exhausted bodies
a little dead, one less day every day
Repeated stories, they're your parents, they're your children
it's Amanda and Manuel and their five minutes
eternally suspended in a quiet melody in memory
It's the relentless passage of time, with your body, your tired body
they're your old hands that feel little now
your rough hands filled with tears holding back, biting the anger, smiling
Look at yourself, it's your body wearing out now
and it's the passage of time, it's every day, they're your days
they're every minute, they're your minutes, they're every week, they're your weeks
It's your whole life in your hands, in your hands
and your body is not the same, your children growing every day
at every moment, your children growing, every day, every moment
Your life has gone, who gives back your life, your life has gone
who gives back your life, your life has gone
Your sorrows, your angers, build walls
Your life has gone, you don't feel your body anymore, your life has gone, NO
They build walls, your sorrows, your angers
Your time, your soul, your body lost