Quisiera

I wish to be less complicated and more understood
That the audience understands more clearly what I write and say

I wish to be less complicated and more understood
That the audience understands more clearly what I write and say
But the eardrum of my ear is already afflicted
From hearing so many mediocre lyrics, lacking sense

I wish to be born again, be a child once more
Not worry about the evil I am about to know
To not see my family members pass away
And not understand a world, but with a thirst for power

To only complain when I feel hungry
And when I feel scared, seek refuge in someone's arms
Just play, laugh without thinking about surviving
Innocent of the vile world, just be happy

I wish to be a bird and swim in the skies
Fly over the seas, meditate in skyscrapers
I wish to be the drizzle, gentle irrigation on soils
That make fruits grow in deserts and in cold ice

I wish to be a leafy tree, strong root in grass
That, of the color of my eyes, paint all its branches
That, over my feet, compose poets who recite
Lyrics that demand respect and not just fame

I wish to go to the past and see rectified
Mistakes made that now cost me dearly
I wish to go to the future and see myself as an old man
Return to the present aware and correct the bad

I wish to be time and stop if I am content
Walk in joys, run in sorrows
I wish to be talent and escape this body
Enter the mind of the listener so they understand what I feel

I wish to be less complicated and more understood
That the audience understands more clearly what I write and say
But the eardrum of my ear is already afflicted
From hearing so many mediocre lyrics, lacking sense

Few understand me, sometimes I think I speak in vain
I don't know anyone who would put their hand in the fire for me
Brothers come when they hear my tunes
But if I didn't sing, how many hands would I shake

I wish to be the truth and kill the lie
Have the will not to cry if I feel anger
I wish that betrayals do not cause wounds
And with fist raised, value my expenses of saliva

I wish to be the wind and carry away foolish words
Be the good thought in the conscience of the thinker
That respect is earned and not understand that appearance
Is worth less than the love in the panty fillings

I wish to be less complicated and more understood
That the audience understands more clearly what I write and say
But the eardrum of my ear is already afflicted
From hearing so many mediocre lyrics, lacking sense

I wish to be so intelligent to win at chess against death
And not pay me by kidnapping innocents
Or forever trap the genie in the lamp
Who fulfills wishes of revenge, but nothing of peace

I don't want to be a big shot, just a normal Can
Who wishes to fill the hollow minds
Of those who don't look beyond what's on their tracks
If as artists they call themselves

I wish to be less complicated and more understood
That the audience understands more clearly what I write and say
But the eardrum of my ear is already afflicted
From hearing so many mediocre lyrics, lacking sense

Brothers come when they hear my tunes
But if I didn't sing, how many hands would I shake