P´aquí p´allá

With my songs here, with my songs there
Life passes quickly.
With the woman who left, with the woman who will come,
I am closing my wounds.

I live more at night than during the day; I dream more awake than asleep,
I drink more than I should,
On Sundays, I usually swear that I will change my life.

One day I saw that singing was the ideal way
To slam the door on doubts.
I didn't care about what they would say
I care about the real ones,
Those who share my days.
I paid my debts with songs
And my mistakes with goodbyes.
The heart asks me for a vacation
Says it can't take any more lies.

If you ever see me lost without a smile,
I won't need help
Just the bar counter, the whole night for me
And a dream as a friend.
My dream is worth more than money, I can live off joy
From here to there I collect memories, you tell me how your life is