Los Pasajeros
Julio Zegers
The Passengers
Today
That the meadow
Is changing color
That a silhouette
Wakes up under the Sun
Whether coming or going
Or stopping, what do I know?
They are
Four riders
Who go out to wait
Four roads
That lead her to the sea
Four seasons
She must go through
To return to the place
Where the ripe fruit
Must be found
Today
The lamplighter has already left
The laundress, I don't know
And the sailor
One day in January will depart
And
Like a passenger on a train
I'm living in it
While the machine
Takes me too
Today
Four riders
Came out to wait for me
Four roads
Took me to the sea
Four seasons
I had to go through
To return to the place
Where the ripe fruit
I must find
Today
The lamplighter has already left
The laundress, I don't know
And the sailor
One day in January will depart
And
Like a passenger on a train
I'm living in it
While the machine
Takes me too
