El Mirlo

I will dream, I will live

What a barren breeze that the man I inhabit breathes
This sweet suggestion
His soul grows, I weaken
Can a wounded soul see the horizon with its eyes?
Be the center of his attention and never return

And fly, rise, like a frightened blackbird at dawn
Understand that this game is over
I will dream, I will live
I leave behind that story I made up
In a blackbird I will live

They say the abyss is a warm baptismal fence
That unites in its reason that cold breath and baroque style
Whether I perceive it or not, I know I’m not the only receipt
Issued by some God, who is said to be good

And fly, rise, like a frightened blackbird at dawn
Understand that this game is over
I will dream, I will live
I leave behind that story I made up. I made it up

I will dream, I will dream
I will live, I will live
This sweet suggestion

And fly, rise, like a frightened blackbird at dawn
Understand that this game is over
I will dream, I will live
I leave behind that story I made up
In a blackbird I will live