La hoguera

Always lost, we search; and in the end
I go down paths that are about to open:
Every morning, I start to live.
Stand by my side, don't cry for me;
I step firmly, and partly it's because of you:
every morning I start to live.

And you who are at home, stuck in the fridge,
you hide your head: death lurks outside.
you're already, you're already...
And you who worry because of the future,
when you have nothing left, that's when you'll realize
that you're already, you're already...
more than buried alive.

You at home; us at the bonfire.

I always lack hours of sleep.
I like not having a watch:
in the early morning, I feel better.
Now I'm very clever: I know how to be wrong.
When I talk about something, I've already tried it;
all day talking... I won't stop thinking.

You at home; us at the bonfire.