La Vida
El Barrio
The Life
I'll go look for the desperate voice of the heart
Or a song that makes me decide
Between the good and the bad, just
Like Ray Heredia knew how to feel
And still wonders about my character
Why I think so rebellious
If the world has made me this way
I have a muse
Who passes by my door every day
She wrinkles the face
And makes dents in the body
Not even the passing of the years
Makes her stop
And my muse
Life has been given to her by the experts
And her body, which is time
Her hands so sore
Her head is the hours
Full of melancholy
It took her away
The illusion of my childhood ended
Nostalgia and secrets said goodbye
And they added 'Sir' to my name
She succumbed on January sixth
It was Pérez the mouse who carried
Some of my teeth
He traded them for sweets
While the longing for that album
That was never filled
And with my fishing rod in
The seas of my dreams
My guitar and a girl
Who steals my first kiss
I have a muse
Who passes by my door every day
She wrinkles the face
And leaves marks on the body
Not even the passing of the years
Makes her stop
And my muse
Life has been given to her by the experts
And her body, which is time
Her hands so sore
Her head is the hours
Full of melancholy
