La Senda Del Tiempo

Sometimes a moment comes when you suddenly grow old
Without wrinkles on your forehead, but with a desire to die
Walking through the streets, everything has the same color
I feel like something is missing, I don't know if it's love

I wake up at night in a great confusion
This great melancholy is consuming me
I feel like I'm going crazy and I immerse myself in alcohol
The stars at night have lost their splendor

I have searched in the deserts of the land of pain
And I have found no more answer than illusions of illusion
I have spoken with the mountains of despair
And their response was only the dull echo of my voice

Sometimes a moment comes when you suddenly grow old
Without wrinkles on your forehead, but with a desire to die
Walking through the streets, everything has the same color
I feel like something is missing, I don't know if it's love