"Los Momentos"
a song by Eduardo Gatti

Your silhouette goes walking
with its soul sad and asleep,
now the dawn is nothing new
to your big eyes and to your forehead;
now the heaven and its stars
stayed mute, distant and dead
to your alienated mind.

They talked to us once when we where children,
when life show all its fullness,
that the future, that when you'll be grown-up,
just there the moments died,
sowed in that way their seed,
and we were afraid, we trembled,
and doing this life escaped us.

Each one stuck to his gods,
products of a whole history,
to shape them and to destroy them,
and according to that order their lives;
in the forehead, they put coins,
in their long hands they hang,
locks, signs and fences.