Así nacemos
Julio Iglesias
This is how we are born
With closed eyes,
with closed eyes,
as if sensing
how horrible the world we are going to see...
With tears on our lips,
with tears on our lips
as if lamenting
arriving at a land that is not good...
This is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
me, you, that one and the other.
This is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
me, you, that one and the other.
With closed hands,
with closed hands,
as if prepared
to deliver hard blows; to die or to conquer...
With wrinkled skin,
with wrinkled skin,
as a faithful omen
of the day when harsh old age arrives.
This is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
me, you, that one and the other.
This is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
me, you, that one and the other.
Tied to a body,
tied to a body,
so that we know
that man cannot run at will.
Scratching and searching,
scratching and searching,
for the milk from a breast,
hungry, eager, crying, and thirsty.
This is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
me, you, that one and the other.
This is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
this is how we are born,
me, you, that one and the other.
