Con Las Alas Del Alma

With the wings of the soul, spread out in the wind
I unravel the essence of my own existence
Without faltering
And I tell myself that I can like in a constant
And I'm scared but I keep going

With the wings of the soul spread out in the wind
Because I appreciate life to its fair extent
I reinvent love
And by living each moment and enjoying each attempt
I know I achieve greatness with the wings of the soul
Spread out in the wind

With the wings of the soul spread out in the wind
Beyond amazement, I rise among rubble
Without losing my breath and I leave the shadows
Through some filament and I climb onto the carpet
With the magic of a tale

With the wings of the soul spread out in the wind
I treasure the human when I reach out my hands
In favor of the survey
For the purest thing with which I feed
For my bread of tenderness
With the wings of the soul spread out in the wind

With the wings of the soul spread out in the wind
Before each news of astonishment of injustice
I bleed inside
And I hurt for people, their pain, their wounds
Because that's the only way I interpret life

With the wings of the soul spread out in the wind
Beyond the story of lives without glory
Without honor or sustenance
I will keep the writer's best thought
I want to love the one who lives with the wings of the soul
Spread out in the wind