20 Años
Una carta en la mesa, a tu nombre
Ha llegado certificada
Es mejor no pensar
Aturdido, rompes el sobre
Las palabras te hacen sangre
Es la hora de partir
Habrá montañas en la Luna
Porque hasta allí te buscarán
No pedirán la recompensa
Tus veinte años bastarán
Marca el paso, sobre el hombro
Vista al frente
Ves las nubes, flotan libres
Es mejor no mirar
Objeción, insumisión
Hay mil formas de atraparte
Es la hora de partir
Habrá montañas en la Luna
Porque hasta allí te buscarán
No pedirán la recompensa
Tus veinte años bastarán
Habrá montañas en la Luna
Porque hasta allí te buscarán
No pedirán la recompensa
Tus veinte años bastarán
20 Years
A letter on the table, addressed to you
It has arrived certified
It's better not to think
Dazed, you tear open the envelope
The words make you bleed
It's time to leave
There will be mountains on the Moon
Because they will search for you even there
They won't ask for a reward
Your twenty years will be enough
Mark the step, on your shoulder
Eyes forward
You see the clouds, floating freely
It's better not to look
Objection, insubordination
There are a thousand ways to catch you
It's time to leave
There will be mountains on the Moon
Because they will search for you even there
They won't ask for a reward
Your twenty years will be enough
There will be mountains on the Moon
Because they will search for you even there
They won't ask for a reward
Your twenty years will be enough