El Hombre Es Un Continente

Man is a continent
Where life flows through
A patch of divine skin
That transforms into a being

Man is a continent
That holds many ideas
A torrent of thoughts
That turns into wood

And the truth
That we’re searching for
Slips through our fingers
And from your chest, the Sun rises

Man is not an island
Where desire runs aground
It’s fire in the sky
The push of the drizzle

Man is a rarity
In the heart of the cosmos
Mysteries written in the bones
The eternity in your eyes

Dance to the rhythm
The dance of the paths
Dance, as time dances, one single fate
And from his chest, the Sun rises

And the truth that we’ve been searching for
Slowly drips beneath your lips
And from your chest, the Sun rises
The Sun rises

For the both of us
For the both of us
For the both of us
For the both of us