#frontera

Traveling in the crumbs of a city full of disgrace and burning lies,

they all know our fate, the struggles that we face.

Working through hell, the heat doesn't compare.

Say our names, bring them to life, don't forget the roots that keep you from falling.

You see our misery as souvenirs.

Oh, poor souls - the curse of being born.

Cuando el mundo se nos torna gris, y el cielo cansado se encoge en su propio silencio; cuando el tiempo se nos quiebra entre los dedos y  la esperanza se queda temblando al filo de la frontera…entonces ante la certeza de lo imposible, solo podríamos morir de amor.