How difficult it is for me,
keep me on this trip,
without knowing where I'm going,
if it is going or returning,
if the furg? n is the first,
If returning is a way to get there.
How difficult it is for me,
load all this luggage,
the climb is hard to walk,
this tyrannical reality,
that will laugh out loud,
because he expects me to get tired of searching.
Each note, each idea,
every step in my career,
and the stanza of my last song,
each date postponed,
the departure and arrival,
and the oxygen of my breath,
and everything to lungs everything to lung.
How difficult it is for me,
keep up with courage,
far from the prostitution and prostitution,
defend my ideology,
good or bad but my,
as human as the contradiction.
How difficult it is for me,
continue paying the toll,
of this route of madness and ambition,
a friend in the race,
a light and a ladder,
and the strength to do everything to lung.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)