Your shadow goes walking with its soul sad and asleep
now the Northern Lights are nothing new for your big eyes and your forehead
now the sky and its stars remain silent, distant and dead to your detached mind
They spoke to us once when we were children
about life when it unfolds
about the future, when we’d be older
that’s where the moments died
this is how they planted the seed,
and we were scared, we trembled and with this, our lives vanished
la la da, la da da….
each of them, clinging to their gods
a product of an entire history
they mould them and destroy them
and this is how they organise their lives
on their heads they place coins
and on their long arms they hang locks, signs and fences
my translation from Spanish to English of the song, Los Momentos by Los Blops.