Y En Un Espejo Vi

And today I went to visit her walking among tombstones
And I realized that
Life here is very fast
Although I've said it before, I want to remember it

And like when you remember a story that shouldn't be told
But you hear a voice, telling you: Sing it!
It demands: "Please, narrate to your peers
The reason for what I am, the story that repeats
Many lives, but not everyone can express with your gift
And that's why you must serve as a collection
That's what singers are for, to educate the heart
The story we talk about goes like this

There's a boy in Venezuela who grew up like anyone else
Playing on streets and sidewalks without much concern
How easy for children who play in any way
Without thinking that the world outside was created for the lion

Time passes laughing, playing forgets hunger
Until you understand the difficult situation
When you see a child outside playing with his Nintendo
Seeing how his two parents are like on TV: No
They don't fight, they hug, spend time with the child
They communicate, exchange phrases of love

There's a kid in Venezuela who slowly understands
That life is different and could be better

The boy who has grown up by fate's whim
Remembered many paths, lives with resentment, dreams nothing
Not even asleep, doesn't trust his friends, because he knows
The path was created for the lion

And with armor he goes, goes, goes, and sees everything in black and white, sees, sees
In a mirror one day I saw him, and he said to me with his voice
Boo! How does it feel to see me?
And with armor he goes, goes, goes, and sees everything in black and white, sees, sees
In a mirror one day I saw him, and he said to me with his voice
Boo! How does it feel to see me?

The boy is a teenager, lives alone with his father because
His mother has gone, they say to a better world. His father
Works hard but while he's absent the hot street
Serves as his tutor. He must mature early
He knew his brother died and although they haven't asked him
It caused him great pain

There's a man in Venezuela who slowly understands that
Life is different and could be better, and now he's
An adult living among the souls that in his memories
He sees the days as pages of a book with no end that he seeks to finish

And like when you see the end of a story without having
Read anything but feel it should be finished today

His heart tells him life is suffocating
He locks himself in his room to write to feel he's not here

And with armor he goes, goes, goes, and sees everything in black and white, sees, sees
In a mirror one day I saw him, and he said to me with his voice
Boo! How does it feel to see me?
And with armor he goes, goes, goes, and sees everything in black and white, sees, sees
In a mirror one day I saw him, and he said to me with his voice
Boo! How does it feel to see me?

There's a guy in Venezuela who wants to die peacefully
Plans to shoot himself in an alley bench
Until a blind man told him life is a sigh
Just see it differently for it to be better. The blind man
Changed his life, inspired him to write more life, find
A way out in every wound and situation

A poet in Venezuela sings with his head held high
What reason tells him and what the heart dictates, however
Lies usually provoke anger in him so he can't
Completely let go of the resentment

There's a guy in Venezuela who no matter what they say
Is real like anyone who feels resentment and love

And today I went to visit her walking among tombstones
And I realized that life here is very fast
Soon I will accompany her
In the meantime, I will fulfill the mission I have here, yes

And with a smile he goes, goes, goes, and with all his effort: Sees, sees, sees
In a mirror one day I saw him, and he said to me with his voice
Boo! How does it feel to see me?
And with a smile he goes, goes, goes, and with all his effort: Sees, sees, sees
In a mirror one day I saw him, and he said to me with his voice
Boo! How does it feel to see me?

How does it feel to see me?
How does it feel to see me?
How does it feel to see me?