Mil Veces Lloro

A thousand times I cry and a thousand more I am born again
cognizant of my path I want to know my being
my eyes suffer and my voice wants to fall
because it turned me into the past and I could never return.

Today I met my hands, fruit of my creation
today I freed my soul
when I knew it was time to know
who I was

How many things today return to their place
How many things today return to their place
How many things today return to their place
How many things today return to their place

A thousand times I cry and walk without knowing
where the way out is
that I never manage to see
my voice awakens and I begin to understand
that the light is tomorrow
and memories are yesterday.

Today I met my hands, fruit of my creation
today I freed my soul
when I knew it was time to know
who I was

How many things today return to their place