El Día de la Marmota

Today I saw myself in the mirror,
And I already feel so old,
That when reviewing my path,
I have not served my destiny.

Same time, same faces,
They are definitely rigged,
It has been the illusion,
Or am I lying to myself.

Every day the same journey,
Dragging my baggage.
Prisoner of myself.
It's always the same path.

End that tomorrow is the day
When you win the lottery
While you dream, return:
Live, wear out, and sleep.
Live life in green and blue,
Not in that bus line,
Bring out the fire and light from within you,
Don't wait sitting down for the bomb to arrive.

Every day the same journey
I drag my baggage.
Prisoner of myself.
It's always the same path.
One day has twenty-four hours
Time to forget this life,
Life that is like the waves in the sea,
When you're about to turn that corner.

Alone

One day has twenty-four hours
Time to forget this life,
Life that is like the waves in the sea,
When you're about to turn that corner
One day has twenty-four hours
Time to forget this life,
Life that is like the waves in the sea,
When you're about to turn that corner.