Los Momentos
Eduardo Gatti
The moments
Your silhouette is walking
With a sad and sleeping soul
The dawn is nothing new
For your big eyes and for your forehead
Now the sky and its stars
They remained silent, distant and dead
For your foreign mind
They spoke to us once when we were children
When life is shown whole
That the future, that when you grow up
The moments died there
Thus they sowed their seed
And we were afraid, we trembled
And in this our lives went away
Each clinging to their gods
Products from a whole history
They shape them and destroy them
And according to that they order their lives
They put coins on their foreheads
In their long hands they hang
Padlocks, signs and bars
