⇦ BACK
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