Lejos de Mi
Chala Rasta
Far from Myself
On a cold night, I met a cruel friend,
He wanted to convince me of how good it is to lose.
We walked together and in the light of a lamppost
my shadow was going to another corner.
I tried again and looked for another clarity,
my shadow was going to the same place.
I thought of something good, I had to forget about myself
and I went so far that I got lost.
How hard it is to keep living far from myself.
How hard it is to keep living far from myself.
How hard it is to live far from myself.
I talked to time about a sad past,
it was so deaf it couldn't understand me.
Alienated by the same song of God,
the ice melts, the wind escaped.
How hard it is to keep living far from myself.
How hard it is to keep living far from myself.
How hard it is to live far from myself.
