Dulce Condena

Every time I hit a little rock bottom
every time time flies
one more than passing memory, another illusion that arrives
Every heart deserves a chance
and I'm lost alone in the middle of the city
I'm the one who thinks for both, until the sun rises.
Every sensation or common feeling
one single thing, one single place
one more than passing memory
it will be like starting over from scratch
Every heart deserves a chance
and I'm lost alone in the middle of the city
I'm the one who thinks for both, until the sun sets.
It doesn't matter the problems, what matters is the solution
I stay with what little is left, whole in the heart
I like problems, there is no other explanation
this is, a sweet sentence, a sweet blessing