Te recuerdo Amanda, la calle mojada, corriendo a la fabrica donde trabajaba Manuel. La sonrisa ancha, la lluvia en el pelo, no importaba nada, ibas a encontrarte con el, con el, con el, con el, con el son cinco minutos la vida es eterna en cinco minutos suenan las sirenas de vuelta al trabajo y tu caminando lo iluminas todo los cinco minutos te hacen florecer.
Te recuerdo Amanda, la calle mojada corriendo a la fabrica donde trabajaba Manuel la sonrisa ancha, la lluvia en el pelo no importaba nada, ibas a encontrarte con el, con el, con el, con el, con el, que partió a la sierra, que nunca hizo daño, que partió a la sierra y en cinco minutos quedo destrozado. Suenan las sirenas de vuelta al trabajo, muchos no volvieron, tampoco Manuel…
Te recuerdo Amanda…
I Remember Amanda
I remember Amanda, the wet street, running to the factory where Manuel was working, her wide smile, the rain in her hair nothing mattered, you were going to be with him, with him, with him, with him, with him, five minutes life lasts forever in a mere five minutes the whistle and he went back to work and you, walking illuminating everything those five minutes make you flower
I remember Amanda, the wet street, running to the factory where Manuel used to work, her wide smile, the rain in her hair, nothing mattered, you were going to be with him, with him, with him, with him, with him, who went into the mountains, who did no harm and in five minutes was destroyed, the whistle blows to return to work many did not return, neither did Manuel…
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