El fuego y el combustible

All the hours
every kiss
every memory that we were throwing into the fire
one day maybe will give warmth

Every tear, every drop of sweat
that time was evaporating
the steam whistle will sound

and beyond the visible spectrum
we will have been the fire and the fuel

I take the pain, I take the sting of jealousy
I let it burn in the flame
and one day maybe it will come out of me

and this song that dissipates in the wind
like smoke signals
seeks a sky in which you read it...

and in one or more of the possible points
we will have been the fire and the fuel
we will have been the fire and the fuel
we will have been the fire...