Es La Verdad

That secret that was ours is being shouted at us.
That house that was ours is being stolen from us.
That loneliness with you is fading away.
We are wanting to fly and we are prisoners.
We exchange a piece of bread for some verses.
Sometimes we want to cry and we can't.
Sometimes we want to talk and we are far away.

It's the truth, of our profession.
We must live, always in good humor.
We must sing, putting our heart into it.
But who really cares,
if you are happy or not.

That path that was ours was stepped on by so many.
The world we dreamed of together fell asleep waiting.
The image of a sunrise is fading from me.
But we must dream and live, life begins,
dreams cannot die in the suitcase.
Yesterday's time will return to our home.
The sun that sets will rise again tomorrow.

It's the truth, of our profession.