Al Cantar (platero Y Tú)

While singing, I tend to forget all the bad times;
turn flaws into strengths.
Kick out the mundane, even if just for a moment
and feel that we’re not dead.
It’s not pleasure: it’s a need.
It’s wind, it’s rain, and it’s fire
spilling all my secrets.
And I searched the depths of the sea,
in the mountains and in the sky
for a way to make my dreams come true.
I found in my heart
the map of my feelings.
See? It wasn’t that far away.
It’s not pleasure: it’s a need.
It’s wind, it’s rain, and it’s fire
spilling all my secrets.
Sniff the rays of the sun
and thaw out my brain
and feel that we’re not dead.