Trinchera

Each one claims in their own way
Each one, each one
Has that personal way of seeing things
Things that don't deserve to be written
Unless one of the two forgets their role

Every time we got inside
We fell to the bottom
Like tanners of profane pearls in a sea of mud
That, under the water, can't take it anymore
And a breath could kill them
Like an alien in contact with the atmosphere

Each one mourns in their own way
Each one, each one
If one must cry, let it be in a private place
Each one to their home
To trenches
It will be the only chance to be silent and alone

Every time we got inside
We fell to the bottom
Like tanners of profane pearls in a sea of mud
That under the water can't take it anymore
And a breath could kill them
Like an alien in contact with the atmosphere

When we thought we hit rock bottom
There was a bottom below
And then another bottom followed
And so we kept going down

Each one, each one, each time, each time, more
Each one, each one, each time, more
Each one, each one, each time, each time, more
Each one, each one, each time, more

Every time we got inside
We fell to the bottom
Like tanners of profane pearls in a sea of mud
That under the water can't take it anymore
And a breath could kill them
Like an alien in contact with the atmosphere