La colina de la vida

Almost nothing seems temporary to me
Everything depends on my dreams
And fits on my back
And so I climb very calmly the hill
of life.

I never believe in the top or in glory,
That's a big ghost
Created by past generations,
Stuck on the path of life.

Reality sleeps alone in a burial
And walks sadly through the dream of the kindest.
Reality sleeps alone in the lie
And in a pocket it holds love and joys,
A god of fantasies,
War and poetry.

I have everything to see and believe,
To ignore or kill
And many times I find myself lonely
Crying on the threshold of life.

I seek to find my footing in an upside-down world
I seek a good friend
So that one day I won't be caught
Afraid to find life
Dead.

Reality sleeps alone in a burial
And walks sadly through the dream of the kindest.
Reality sleeps alone in the lie
And in a pocket it holds love and joys,
A god of fantasies,
War and poetry.