| We're coming back again | |
| This time to let you know | |
| I don't care where you've been | |
| And I'm all ears (tonight) | |
| Ponte en mi lugar | |
| Tanto que tapar | |
| Dejame que estoy | |
| De tan mal umor | |
| You keep rushing the days | |
| To find that we haven't the time | |
| This year | |
| All that I ever hear | |
| Somehow in 20 years | |
| We'll disappear | |
| It's so clear | |
| All that I overhear | |
| Somehow in 20 years | |
| We'll disappear | |
| Absent from all the fears | |
| And I constantly let it go | |
| Silently keep me here | |
| While you scream these words tonight | |
| Pero mueve pa'tras | |
| Quitate el disfras | |
| Eleva tu voz | |
| Y grita por dos | |
| You keep rushing the days | |
| Just to find that we haven't the time | |
| This year | |
| All that I ever hear | |
| Somehow in 20 years | |
| We'll disappear | |
| It's so clear | |
| All that I overhear | |
| Somehow in 20 years | |
| We'll disappear | |
| We are living sin | |
| Seems to be | |
| We don't exist | |
| 2300 years and | |
| No one cares | |
| We just keep | |
| Rushing the days just to find that we haven't the time |