Esta canción

I've realized
that I lie.
I've always lied,
I've always lied.
I've written so
many useless things,
without revealing myself,
without finding myself.
Not loving in vain,
with so much pain,
is perhaps the last truth
that remains inside me,
under my heart.

I don't know if it was
that I wasted my faith
on loves with no future,
that I don't have
a grain of feeling left.

(I know that no one
cares
about other people
with their sorrows.)

This song
is more than a song,
and an excuse to suffer,
and more than my life,
and more than my feelings.

This song is the need
to hold onto the earth at last,
for you to see yourself in me,
for me to see myself in you.

(I know there are people
who love me,
I know there are people
who don't love me.)