Cuarteles de invierno [English translation]

A box full of memories

and religious holidays

Half of my life in each attempt,

the other half in metal clothespins

It's already a classic

to follow the carrot with your breath behind me

A millimetric disorder

brings me closer to the place

It carries out my intentions

of becoming the knife and the prey at the same time

It's not that tragic,

to play with the distance inheriting its solitude

Winter headquarters

breaking their silence.

Ice dolls,

witnessing this confinement.

Grief lasted so long that I almost

mistook it for my home, eventually

First aid kits for amnesiacs,

tales from overseas

Pre-Soviet little soldiers,

I signed my very own War and Peace.

There is a mystery

of maps that won't take me to the treasure

nor epicenters

about to explode.

It's the laws of physics

and time won't put itself in my shoes.

It's already a classic

I lost the letter of safe-conduct and I'm waiting for the messenger now

... who will never come.

Winter headquarters

breaking their silence.

Ice dolls,

witnessing this confinement.

Grief lasted so long that I almost

mistook it for my home, eventually

No matter how many times I come back

I can't find my memories.

I look for them, I dream of them;

My own things are now foreign.

Edges collapsed

and the glass is full.

And now, I'm just trying to empty.

I just need to take off.

Grief lasted so long that I almost

mistook it for my home, eventually.

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:La deriva