Anclado en la colina

Everything changes and everything happens. Times change,
fashions change, people change... concepts change, vocabulary changes, customs change... governments change, promises change, theories change, values change... and only
remains immovable, unaffected by changes, like
a fixed reference point in time and space,
the cross. Whoever has truly been there, never wants
to leave.

I live on a forgotten hill on the blue planet,
where the sky is still clear and the night is light.
I hear a thousand offers every day to fly,
but I am a volunteer and I want to stay.
Don't give me a thousand arguments because I only
have one heart,
which already has an owner and has found its reason...

I have anchored my life at the foot of this ancient cross,
and I don't want to change,
I am a captive heart,
because my sight is dyed and my mind is tattooed
in crimson red,
by the blood of an innocent carpenter.

I have found the meaning of life at its highest
degree,
the true reason for being created,
and all the riches have no value to me,
because the humblest here is the greatest.
Don't give me substitutes, don't come to me with
bargain discounts,
because I am talking about the same sunlight...
I have anchored my life at the foot of this ancient cross,
and I don't want to change,
I am a captive heart,
because my sight is dyed and my mind is tattooed
in crimson red,
by the blood of an innocent carpenter.