Viaje Al Centro de Mi Corazón

I'm on this journey to the center of my heart
Riding on the sound of a whistle that conquered me
Sometimes the illusion fades
I run out of colors
When I'm faced with the most messed up reality
I wanted to enter through your gaze

And I know I'll return on the path of tears
That's what it's like to be an intruder in the use of the most bland love
That even joy asks me every day
If I almost forgot that I can't ignore it
I tell it that sadness is the one that kisses me best

When the night begins
And I don't think of anything else
You leave and I don't want you to come back
But since I wait for you, time
Has become rougher

I took the hook out of my mouth
And talked to the cigarette butts you left in every ashtray
But they didn't know anything about that
They only knew a little bit about the remains of your kisses
The smoke from your body
The imperfection of longing
That memory grants us

I go to the center of my heart
To tell it, listen to me
That I want it to beat, to bother me
That if it stopped
I wouldn't know what to do
That I want it to beat, to bother me
That if it stopped
I wouldn't know what to do

Looking at myself in the mirror, I enter through my eyes
I pretend to sneak all the way to the bottom
And there are only words that my tongue didn't tell you
That's my gaze, inside, I warn you
Under the nasal orifice

I safely escape from a tear with a mortal leap
I go inside myself
To see where the heck love has hidden
I reached the heart and it told me
Who are you fooling?
Get rid of the cobwebs

Listen to my heartbeats because they are the wisest voice
And forget reason because it contradicts me
Bye, I say goodbye, I'm leaving, see you later
Lately, I only smile at the dentist
It's not that I like being sad
But dreams

Are made of such sensitive material
Of the drinking water of your tears
With which I gargle
We had reasons before you messed them up
What will you do now, my dear?
If all your joy has stayed between my sheets

I go to the center of my heart
To tell it, listen to me
That I want it to beat, to bother me
That if it stopped
I wouldn't know what to do
That I want it to beat, to bother me
That if it stopped
I wouldn't know what to do

I wouldn't know what to do, that same afternoon
Thank goodness you woke me up
In your own way