El juego de la vida

Playing the game, the game of life
A sad wheel, a bitter wheel
When you come, the world cries
And when you leave, the world falls silent

Who could be a rock on this earth
Who could be nothing
To be a warm wind over the sea
To be a cold morning breeze

Playing the game, the game of life
A war and a thousand battles
An enemy without a flag
That shows no mercy, that never fails

Who could be a rock on this earth
Who could be nothing
To be a warm wind over the sea
To be a cold morning breeze

Playing the game, the game of life
A slow fire of tears and flames
It burns your body from within
It opens wounds, it closes the soul

Who could be a rock on this earth
Who could be nothing
To be a warm wind over the sea
To be a cold morning breeze