Libertad

And the years go by
And in the end life cannot be
Just a time to go through
Through pain and pleasure
Who composed the deception
That existing is to bet on not losing

Living is more than a right
It's the duty not to give up
The mandate to reflect
What is to be born, what is to die, what is to love
Man, why are you made
And what are you, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom

The idea is not reasonable
Nor the fundamental verb
Is the soul the beginning or the end
Or harmony of good against evil?
What is the unfathomable love
That pushes the body to be a mystery
Immortal

The century is dying
And the testament it will leave
Is an order that wants to hide
The precise rhythm of chance
Why keep breathing
If you are not there, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom