El Tiempo, El Implacable, El Que Pasó

Time, the implacable, the one that passed
Always left us a sad trace
What a violent foundation was built
We will carry its indelible marks

Clutching onto things that are still
Is to be absent a little from life
Life that seems so short
When things have been done unintentionally

In this brief cycle that we go through
Each step is taken because it is felt
When we take stock, we are already leaving
And life passed without us realizing

Each previous step leaves a trace
Far from being erased, it is incorporated
Into your sack so full of memories
That they emerge when least expected

Because time, the implacable, the one that passed
Always left us a sad trace