Se nos ha ido el "Pequeño" Hervás, se nos ha ido un compañero, un amigo, un deportista, un padre,un bombero.
Es profundamente triste para nosotros sufrir esta pérdida.
Te recordaremos siempre Jose, cada vez que vayamos a un siniestro, cada vez que nos subamos a una bici, cada vez que miremos a nuestros hijos.
Descansa en paz allá dónde estés amigo.
[...] La vida no espera, no avisa, ni se hace tu amiga.
La vida es un juego con una partida
Nos trata de tú, nos grita y nos mima
Nos reta, nos pone un examen al día..
La vida es lo único que manda en la vida
... La vida no es tuya, ni tuya ni mía..
La vida es la Vida, nos pone y nos quita...
Jose Manuel Gomez Hervás- Bombero 48 del Parque de Móstoles
. . .
The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul passing by
These are the streets
Where we used to run where your Papa's from
These are the days
Where you become what you become
These are the streets
Where the story's told
The truth unfolds
Darkness settles in
Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength
To carry on, carry on
Don't wanna be a hero
Just an everyday man
Trying to do the job the very best he can
But now it's like living on borrowed time
Out on the rim, over the line
Always tempting fate like a game of chance
Never wanna stick around to the very last dance
Sometimes i stumble and take a hard fall
Lose hold your grip off the wall
Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength to carry on
Carry on
I thought i saw him walking by the side of the road
Maybe trying to find his way home
He's here but not here
He's gone but not gone
Just hope he knows if I get lost
Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength to carry on
To carry on.
