Crisis is a door you have to cross to go on.
Explosion before change.
Unit can be broken into peaces,
or just take new shape,
leaving the old skin.
La crisis es una puerta
que hay que cruzar para seguir adelante.
Explosión antes del cambio.
La unidad puede romperse en pedazos,
o tomar una nueva forma,
dejando la piel vieja.
They will wonder about us:
"How could they? how?
How could they live just looking away?"
How could they do nothing when they knew?
How could such abundance coexist with people dying without food?"
We know, as they kwew about Jews.
Baile de fechas,
que se harán carretera.
Noche insome.
Pasó lo esperado.
Y se cumplió algo temido...
quedándose en sorpresa.
Dance of dates,
that will become road time.
Sleepless night.
It happenned what it was expected.
And something feared too...
but just reamined as surprise.