Podria Ser

Counting coins to buy cigarettes
I return home adding defeats
I come back without excuses, without peace or work
And our future is robbed of hours
And at home my reason for living awaits me, the warmth of home
I carry the shame, empty hands, the precariousness

She will smile, we will move forward
Despite the time, she remains beautiful, I look at her and remember
Plans don't always turn out as you dream, eternal promises
I'm tired of always stumbling, of 'we'll call you'
Maybe tomorrow our luck changes and this winter ends

I could be a gardener on Mars
Doctor of flowers, wandering poet
Chimney sweep flying on rooftops
Mirror tester or an honest pirate
I would like to be a man after all

It could be, perhaps a delineator of red swings
A great book lover, a lullaby singer
Maybe a peddler, selling doves, potions, and ointments
Thinking about it, I settle for less

I turn on the radio, they don't talk about us
The light of dawn spills onto the sidewalk
She gives me a kiss, and then her eyes
Strongly whisper to me and I cross the door
Maybe outside I will finally find the answer or my exoneration
It's raining while I dream, maybe when I return the sun will have come out

I could be a postman for Neruda
Star fisherman sailing on the moon
Kite pilot, explorer of abysses
Perhaps a dewdrop collector
I would like to be a man, it's little that I ask for

It could be, perhaps a delineator of red swings
A great book lover, a lullaby singer
Maybe a peddler, selling doves, potions, and ointments
Thinking about it, I settle for less

I could be a gardener on Mars
Doctor of flowers, wandering poet
Chimney sweep flying on rooftops
Mirror tester or an honest pirate
I would like to be a man after all