La Derrota English Translation Lyrics by Vetusta Morla
Defeat is the knot in the bride’s dress
Defeat is the meter of the bed that now remains empty
Defeat isn’t dictated by the scoreboard
Just the longing it provokes to distance oneself from you
Defeat becomes flesh at the station of scars
It shows, blurring a thousand words from other mouths
But sometimes defeat disguises me in the corners of your laughter
And takes me away from here
It passes without knocking
Taking the heart to the edge
Defeat is not having
Land to scatter our ashes
Defeat keeps dust in the attic of memory
It settles, reminding us of what victory forgets
Because sometimes defeat puffs out its chest
And is a powerful weapon that helps you to continue
It passes without knocking
Taking the heart to the edge
Defeat is not having
Land to scatter our ashes
Defeat is not having
Land to scatter our ashes
And now tell me, are you making it up or does someone want you to break?
You punish yourself, regret and blame yourself for your shadow
But sometimes defeat puffs out its chest and stands firm and proud
And helps you to continue
And takes you away from here