Tierra Mojada
María Gabriela Epumer
Wet Land
I know it, you know it
some know that the glass shatters
silently there we were
sometimes the only thing left
Uh... where will our sins be
uh... how to recover the lost time
I know it, you know it
some know that the land is wet
I feel strange, I'm tired
I'm so dry and play with the water
We lament, we rejoice
d we chase each other and then be reborn
We lament, we rejoice
we chase each other and then escape