Nuestro trabajo / Los puentes (part. Américo Young)

[Part I: Our Work]

Come on

They'll wonder what we do singing about love
While the world goes to hell
Nothing more, nothing less than our job
Our job, our job
Everyone will know what to do when the ship goes down
With the hull cracked, from the impact of the rocks
Nothing more, nothing less than what’s due (mm-mm)
What’s due, what’s due

And for us, it’s our turn to sing
It’s our turn to keep the bridges open
And cross them song by song
With our hearts laid bare (oh-oh)

[Part II: The Bridges]

When the night is (go for it, Américo)
Especially darker and more confusing (uh)
Cheers to every brave soul who builds a bridge
And to the brave one who crosses it (let’s hear that good chorus)
Cheers to every brave soul who builds a bridge
And to the brave one who crosses it

Let’s toast to the clear-sighted
Open, awake, traveling minds
Of the human vine
That grows, that climbs, and that goes
Cracking the walls

Letting in ray by ray, ray by ray
Light into the dark (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Letting in ray by ray, ray by ray
Light into the dark (long live the great brave one who builds a bridge)
Letting in ray by ray, ray by ray
Light into the dark (oh-oh-oh)
Letting in ray by ray, ray by ray
Light into the dark