La Vida No Es Igual

How beautiful it is to walk,
When you have sand on your feet,
But you walk among glass,
Life is not the same,
It's not the same.

How beautiful it is to dream,
And dream that you can fly,
But when you fall asleep among the dead,
Life is not the same,
It's not the same.

Grandma knows one day they gave me,
To taste her blood on an altar,
And I learned like history,
To remedy the simple essence of thinking.

How beautiful it is to live and be part of creation,
But when you mix among the living,
Life is not the same,
It's not the same