11 Minutos

What am I doing up here
on this thing that looks like a bridge?
Even though the water flows above
and down below I see people rushing.

I don’t know why I’m stuck
on this ride of madness and death.
A name that wasn’t my name
was their goodbye as they flew away forever.

I don’t know how I got so high,
blinded by nights of silence and snow.
I was pushed to the devil’s ladder
by God, a woman, or maybe just bad luck.

While tears of stars
wait, licking the stones,
dressed in blood, dressed in light,
deals of couples, disguises of the cross.

Eleven minutes, eleven.
Eleven sins, eleven betrayals.
Eleven minutes...
Eleven failures, eleven illusions.

Eleven minutes, eleven.
Eleven caresses, eleven hits.
Eleven minutes...
Eleven chimes of the New Year... midnight.

(Instrumental)

Segovia two thousand, year of grace, year of the Lord.
End of the century, deception, fashion, design,
and still some take their lives
for that lie they keep calling love.

It’s an abyss where I am, it’s not a bridge.
The asphalt drags me and waits for me
while I live a dream that someone else dreamed.
Poor fool, poor fool...

Water quota in the current of time,
hundreds of nights of five days.
Wishes, tears, smiles.
Who can guess what will happen under the sun?

Some say they’ve heard
the devil’s laughter above the noise,
of God’s storm. They embrace each other
And you cry, cry, like I’m crying now...

Eleven minutes, eleven.
Eleven sins, eleven betrayals.
Eleven minutes...
Eleven failures, eleven illusions.

Eleven minutes, eleven.
Eleven caresses, eleven hits.
Eleven minutes...
Eleven chimes of the New Year... midnight.

Eleven minutes, eleven occasions.
Eleven shots, eleven grudges.
Eleven sobs, eleven smiles.
Eleven tears, eleven laughs.

Eleven commandments, eleven lies.
Eleven truths that kill life.

(Instrumental)