Primero sòlo una beve disculpa por el idioma, sòlo puedo decir que fue pensado en un segundo y en inglès sucediò.

We're so young, so old
and fragile, the source of evrything...

there was some kind of sublety
there was a glimpse
who show us the deep
that we came from

we are so young, so old

The weight of seeing evrything
the memory of a hundred faces ago;
to carry that in every whisper
in every nail we cut of
in every shy movement of my hand
in your eyes

to nest the question

what is that before the hollow?
before god?

just the hours
like eternity.