I would like to amend the beginnings
of all the mists.
I would like to start each canvas
with better fortune.
I would like to stick some wings
and on a cornice
blow a sweet ballad
that spreads the breeze.
I would like to travel to the past
of a certain girl
who walked at night El Vedado,
light and drunk.
I would like to pose in your life
and there to convince her,
so that with fewer injuries
Today I could see it.
Chorus:
The pain that angels do not heal
I hope he can not come back.
The song that angels do not sing
only the wind can know it.
I would like to go to the nascent point
of that offensive
that sank with an impotent wedge
so much initiative
I would like to go there with the crosses
of lost time
and make a path of lights,
without hate or forgetfulness.
Chorus (x2)
I would like to turn the wheel
what for the same thing:
a simple mortal that plays
abyss and abyss.
And, before hitting the coat rack
my prop wings,
I would like to leave as
certainty and progress.
Chorus (x2)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)