Para Vivir

They leave you their inheritances, they mark a path for you, they tell you what is bad and what is good, but... Neither the winds are just four, nor are there only seven colors, and the brambles grow alongside the flowers and the sun is only the sun if it shines on you. The rain is only rain if it wets you when it falls. Every child is yours, every woman, your woman. To live to live. It's only worth living to live. To live. It's only worth living to live. And make the path yours, as the boots are yours. May a smile give birth to your mouth. Embrace the winds and ride the mountains. May the landscape not end with the horizon. That the sun is only the sun if it shines on you. The rain is only the rain if it wets you when it falls. Every child is yours. Every woman, your woman. To live to live. It's only worth living to live. To live. It's only worth living to live.