Muere Con La Sonrisa

Don't write summer on the skin of my hand
Pass, dream, and escape freely
I will never be first, I am a foreign wind
That also passes and dreams freely
Because your dreams will give you what life doesn't give you.

Detach from the sky like January rain
Give life to people and feel
Even if you don't see it, wet their ideas
Let new dreams always sprout
Because your dreams will give you what life doesn't give you.

Don't confine your future in the gray of walls
Paint yourself as a dove and fly
Direct your wounds towards a new life
Open your chest, bleed, and dream
Because your dreams will give you what life doesn't give you.

In the final hour when people cry
Pass, dream, rave, and die
Die with the smile of one who dies quickly
To defend their dreams, they die
Die with the smile of one who dies quickly
To defend their dreams always.