Amanda

I remember you, Amanda,
the wet street,
running to the factory
where Manuel worked.
The wide smile,
the rain in your hair,
nothing mattered:
you were going to meet him,
him, him, him, him, him...

It's five minutes,
life is serene in five minutes,
the sirens sound
back to work
and you walking,
you light up everything,
the five minutes make you bloom...

I remember you, Amanda,
the wet street,
running to the factory
where Manuel worked.
The wide smile,
the rain in your hair,
nothing mattered:
you were going to meet him,
him, him, him, him, him...

He left for the Sierra,
he never harmed anyone,
he left for the Sierra,
and in five minutes he was destroyed,
the sirens sound
back to work,
many did not return,
neither did Manuel...

I remember you, Amanda,
the wet street,
running to the factory
where Manuel worked.
Manuela, Manuel, Manuel, Manuel...