Mira La Luz Por Mi
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
Look at the Light for Me
Companion of memories
Stored in a memory, that
I hope not to lose
In these three walls, with an almost transparent
Through which you can see
Those inhabitants, in other rooms
Writing letters like these
In which they well, describe
What kind of bet they lost
To be here
And they ask
Look at the light for me
Look at the light for me
I want to tell you
Through this paper way
That sometimes I really want to die
But I have to endure it
We both knew
That it would end like this
I swear I will resist
I have memories that still help me go on
And I promise you that we will be together again
The day they let me out
But in the meantime
Look at the light for me
Look at the light for me
