Del Corazón Pa' Dentro

From the heart out there I can't find a palenque
or to beg for a pucha as they say
everything I look at twists into a wish I could but didn't want to
like someone looking far to show off and gets a wink in the nose.
From the heart in here, it's another thing
there's a place where the question ends I start to finish along with it
and even though I was always sharp for a lot
for being sharp I'm blunt and somewhat chipped
if only one could know where all the
mess I found in the footprint gathers

From the heart up, I'm afraid
every fear that hurts even in the nails
and every time it goes down the balls
it rises to the head and slanders.
for the lower pair,
it's a sure thing to endure the hoof's kick
fear is won in the crack
and no matter how much one tightens, it becomes a wedge.

From the heart down, there's no rush
neither to know for what, nor why, nor when
to last like others last and I last
and be happy for continuing to last
dreaming strong for knowing oneself soft
and in each softness I died for a while
so forgotten by myself that I betray myself in the misery of feeling like nothing
being sugar and the one in flames burning in disobedience.

From the heart inside, hmm, from the heart inside
who would say that I have a heart and it has inside.
Who knows what the Creator would think
who made man as the center
if I ever find him in reason
maybe without asking I'll interrogate him

What does the heart have that it suffocates as soon as I try to undermine its zeal.
If in a single tear there's a sky
there will be a million when it pours out.

From the heart inside
who would say that I have a heart and it has inside.