Con los ojos en paz

If I stayed calm,
And as I lay in my bed
There would be nothing
That worried me,
How would my life be?
If to live is to die every day.

Who could look
With peaceful eyes,
And see myself
Through the same prism
As others.

If I called myself a prophet,
poet of lost causes,
Singer of sorrows
Singer of joys,
How would my verses be?
If every verse I write is dead.

Who could look
With peaceful eyes,
And see myself
Through the same prism
As others.

If I hadn't shipwrecked,
Locked my door with a key.
If there were no wounds
In goodbyes,
How would I say I love you?
If I say it and don't believe it.

Who could look
With peaceful eyes,
And see myself
Through the same prism
As others.