I remember you, Amanda, the wet street, Running to the factory where Manuel worked. The wide smile, the rain in your hair, Nothing mattered, you were going to meet him, Him, it's five minutes, Life is eternal in five minutes. The siren sounds "Back to work" And you, walking, you brighten/lighten everything, The five minutes make you bloom.
Him –who left for the mountain, Who never did harm, who left for the mountain, And in five minutes, he was shattered. The siren sounds "Back to work", Many didn't come back, neither did Manuel.