It seems abnormal one day equal to so many days
Behind the lock of my bones my soul
How it can be that it hurts so much to be awake,
In the newspaper they announce another wave of kidnappings.
I do not remember well, but you said you would go
And you're still here under my sleeping sheets,
The eye of the world cries its present alone
And a crowd, claim my pending accounts
It hurts to be alive here where there is nothing more to do
What to expect a madman to riddle you on the way out
The whole country looks like a den
It hurts to be alive here
I have the impression of walking a cemetery
This is the truth and do not come to me with mysteries
Someone stole the sunlight of those days,
When hope was a garden without a policeman.
Once he swore he preferred our sky,
By mourning alone the agony of exile,
I need strength to raise the dead
What charge in the soul and cries and cries its torments.
It hurts to be alive here.
Where there is nothing else to do.
What to expect a madman to riddle you on the way out,
The whole country looks like a den.
It hurts to be alive here.
I will not know what to do with so many unfulfilled dreams,
The love that I loved. That was what I wanted.
All I want is to hold you here with me
It was never easy, my destiny is complicated.
I know I can not, take the train of absences
No one knows more than I do about those open veins,
there is no paradise where love without fears
This is the place where they will cover me with flowers.
It hurts to be alive here
Where there is nothing else to do.
What to expect a madman to riddle you on the way out
The whole country looks like a den
I know I can not take the absences train.
No one knows more than I do about those open veins,
There is no longer a paradise to love without fears.
This is the place where they will cover me with flowers.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)