El Arte de Vivir
Maka
The Art of Living
Finally I feel that I can
With what caused so much harm
In the nights I stay asleep
To live the days dreaming
All the bad
That happened, I have buried it
Because what good is it to carry it
No one is God to crucify it
Finally I feel that I can
With what caused so much harm
In the nights I stay asleep
To live the days dreaming
All the bad
That happened, I have buried it
Because what good is it to carry it
No one is God to crucify it
Because I love life
And even though it hurts many times
I stay with the joy
I don't need to tell you twice
One for those falls is what makes you grow
Otherwise it would be boring
When I was in a bad place, who did I see
Who brought me notes of color
Only my fantasy transported me like a journey
No one gave a damn about me
And now that I achieved it
I have to think about you
Sorry but now I go
With excess baggage
Finally I feel that I can
With what caused so much harm
In the nights I stay asleep
To live the days dreaming
All the bad
That happened, I have buried it
Because what good is it to carry it
No one is God to crucify it
Look how my life has changed
I think and it even seems like lies
After going through a lot of fatigue
Now I am in blessed glory
Yesterday the fire turned me into ashes
With her I drew a smile
Who would say that with her I was unhappy
Capricious
To heal my sorrow
I have given myself a thousand reasons
The first is that it is not good
For our hearts
Everything has a solution
If in my God you put your love
Be positive and if you fall
Try again
Always look at the bright side
Shout loudly I can
Because living is an art with a lot
Of tangles
Try again
Always look at the bright side
Shout loudly I can
Because living is an art
Finally I feel that I can
With what caused so much harm
In the nights I stay asleep
To live the days dreaming
All the bad
That happened, I have buried it
Because what good is it to carry it
No one is God to crucify it
Finally I feel that I can
With what caused so much harm
In the nights I stay asleep
To live the days dreaming
All the bad
That happened, I have buried it
Because what good is it to carry it
No one is God to crucify it
