La Vida No Es Igual

How beautiful it is to walk
When you have sand on your feet
But when you walk among glass

Life is not the same,
It's not the same

How beautiful it is to dream
And dream that you can fly
But when you fall asleep among the dead

Life is not the same,
It's not the same

Do you know, grandma? one day they gave me
To taste of their blood on an altar
And I learned like history
To remedy the simple essence
of thinking

How beautiful it is to live
And be part of creation
But when you mingle among the living

Life is not the same,
It's not the same
It's not the same
It's not the same