Cuarteles de Invierno
Vetusta Morla
Winter Barracks
A box of memories
And parties to keep
Half a life in every attempt
And the other half in metal tongs
It's already a classic
Following the carrot with your breath behind here
A millimetric disorder
Brings me closer to the place
Carries out my purpose
To be both knife and prey
It's not so tragic
Playing with the distance and inheriting its loneliness
Winter barracks
Breaking their silence
Ice dolls
Witnesses of this confinement
The mourning was so long that in the end
I almost confuse it with my home
First aid kits for amnesiacs
Legends from overseas
Pre-Soviet soldiers
I signed my own war and peace
There's a mystery
Of maps that don't lead to treasure
Or epicenters
About to explode
They are the laws of physics
And time doesn't put me in my place
It's already a classic
I lost the safe conduct and now I wait for the emissary
Who will never arrive
Winter barracks
Breaking their silence
Ice dolls
Witnesses of this confinement
The mourning was so long that in the end
I almost confuse it with my home
No matter how much I return
I can't find my memories
I search for them, I dream of them
What was mine is now foreign
The edges fell
And the glass is already full
And now I just try to empty it
I just need to take off
The mourning was so long that in the end
I almost confuse it with my home
