El Secreto de las Tortugas (versão 2009)

Is that record scratched?
Look look, look how it goes on!
I unintentionally lost the papers you gave me the day before yesterday
Where were the advice we wrote down so that everything would go well
And now we're on our way to the border, enjoying life little by little
So I have to find you to see you and have you tell me again
And I need a little help, a word that can convince me
And when you talk to me, the mountain is smaller and doesn't move each time
We cross the road to the border, enjoying sips of the full moon
How can I not get wet if it never stops raining inside here, it never stops raining here

And if we continue with the established plan, we'll get tired shortly after starting
We probably won't find the way, but we'll have plenty of desire to fly

How easy it is to get lost hand in hand, my goodness hold on
The emptiness of that glass won't be filled unless you return to love
What's happening? when we're on the road to the border
Poor thing, tired life remains
How can I not have a good time if I don't stop and never stop running
And if I don't stop running

Let's improvise a definitive script that we'll have no choice but to forget
To make all the stars of the road shine so that we never lack the desire to dream
And it sounds good, it seems we've convinced ourselves, we just have to slow down
It's been a while since we've been divided
Something was missing when we started to fly

And I know it sounds different, your future is my past, your present

And we've survived, although I'm not sure why
We were so lost that we couldn't see the joy that takes away the fear,
The good times, the January sun, returning with you every dawn.

Count to 3, I'll start first, the effect of the shot is smaller
You're no longer in a rush, watching as the turtle hypnotizes you,
And no one will make the journey without luck, because here the bad turns into something good
There's a path and you've convinced yourself, so start it with me and we'll start to fly, we'll make it fly
No one will make the journey without luck, because here the people turn into pieces
Wait for the whole world, puppeteer, don't make it wait.