Ave Fénix

You and I, so insignificant,
Forgive me if sometimes I think
That you, tururú,
So delicate that not,
What does it matter, that you wait for the sun to come out
If now it has set, it has clouded over.

And I rose from my ashes when they thought I was dead,
And each time I care less if I am big or small,
That when I pack my suitcase I feel good, although I admit, I don't know what,
It gets to me when I think I'm leaving and losing you.

I fell, where the flowers of forgetfulness that you gave me are planted and help me to continue,
Through paths that I barely remembered but are still there.
And I go up, and down, and fly, and crawl,
And it's so hard for me to stay in the middle, I get tired.
And I go up, and down, and fly, and crawl,
And I wonder where this long road ends.

You and I, so enough, that nothing else is needed,
No, it doesn't matter if it's eight or eighty, there are a thousand reasons to laugh,
But another thousand to cry,
And now the sun has set, but it will rise.