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This summer will be frozen

in our memories from this time,

our bodies’ open map.

 

This country shall be remembered,

falling in love every night

missing the bus to Terezín.

 

We fed the fires of the cities we walked.

We felt eternity jolt our lips,

and now everything tastes of you,

everything smells of you.

 

The sparks will stay on into the evening,

flashing across the river

like love’s witnesses.

 

These moments,

photos of that August,

will be recorded in our bodies’ open map.

 

We fed the fires of the cities we walked.

We felt eternity jolt our lips,

and now everything tastes of you,

everything smells of you.

 

 

 

Music by: Jordi Montañez

Lyrics by: Jordi Montañez

Produced by: Pau Romero

Translated by: AXIAL